I’m not sure I’d answer so quickly.
We’ve had our share of stress.
Money gets tight sometimes. Work schedules clash.
There’s the constant exhaustion that comes with raising a five-year-old who thinks sleep is optional.
But nothing that ever made me question what we’d built together.
Until that Tuesday afternoon.
Liam is five now, and he’s one of those kids who narrates his entire existence like he’s hosting a nature documentary about himself.
He’ll spot me walking through the door after work and sprint over with a Lego spaceship clutched in both hands, yelling, “Daddy, look, look!” before I’ve even kicked off my shoes.
But nothing that ever made me question what we’d built together.
On that Tuesday, I wrapped up a meeting earlier than expected.
