I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

sadness.

But there were also moments of incredible beauty.

The first time Clara laughed at one of my bad jokes.

The afternoon Sarah and Clara sat on the porch, painting watercolors together, just like they did as children.

The evening Clara, after a week of silence, wrote on her little whiteboard, “Thank you for my home.”

My love for Sarah didn’t diminish continue reading …