The moment I sat down this morning with juice, planning to read the paper while the kids pretended they weren't looking for breaches in the guy's present-wrapping jobs, there was a loud, excited knock on the front door.
I figured maybe it was FedEx with a last-minute gift.
It was not.
It was Ben.
Home.
Not snowboarding. Not catching up with his brother and his brother's partner's family. Not having a wonderful vacation.
I came back for you guys, if you'll have me.
