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

across the room, her laugh bright, her hands moving as she told a story I could not hear.

“Your wife talks about you constantly,”

I thought about how lucky I was to have weathered every storm with her by my side.

The party hit its peak around eight o’clock.

Music drifted from the speakers and our friends crowded around the dining table.

I refilled glasses continue reading …