At my wife’s birthday party, my son suddenly pointed at her boss and shouted, “Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

Amber,” and stepped back.

Eight years of marriage, one beautiful son, and a wife who finally had the career she had always wanted.

Life felt like it was finally exhaling.

Noah tugged at my pant leg, holding up a crumpled paper crown.

“Daddy, can Mommy wear this tonight?”

Life felt like it was finally exhaling.

I knelt down continue reading …