I visited my daughter and her family this afternoon. Quick visit. You know how it is—we’re all really busy with whatever the hell it is we think we need to do. Or we’re too exhausted from doing it to spend a little time visiting.
Ryan is out front, building a radio on the back of his pickup truck, still a little tired from his 24-hour shift at the fire department. I walk over to give him a hug and am granted a grin. He has the best smile. The broad lawn is mowed and edged, a ginormous American flag is flapping[...]