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

politely and complimenting our home.

Music drifted from the speakers, and Noah weaved between everyone’s legs with a juice box.

“He’s been so… good to me.”

“Your wife talks about you constantly,” one of her coworkers told me.

“Good things, I hope,” I joked.

“She says you’re the most patient man on earth.”

“She might be exaggerating.”

I watched Amber from continue reading …