I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

socks, probably knocking over something on the way.

Lauren would roll her eyes, and I would laugh while Bennett tried to climb into my arms even though he was getting too big to carry.

Instead… he surprised me.

The taxi dropped me off a little after 4 p.m. Lauren’s car was parked in the driveway, exactly where I expected it to be. The curtains were open,continue reading …