It was supposed to be a regular business trip, but I managed to wrap things up early. I couldn’t wait to get home to my wife and kids.
I imagined the look on their faces when they saw me walk through the door, two days ahead of schedule. The thought made me smile as I drove up our quiet street.
I’m 32, and my wife, Emma, is 27. We’ve been married for seven years, and we have two kids—Liam,
who’s 8, and Sophie, who just turned 5. Emma stays home with them, handling the endless list of chores and making sure the house runs smoothly.
