What’s Worse Than Missing My Kids

My kids will soon be home for the holidays. They will bound through the door with piles of filthy clothes and a deep sense of gratitude to be sleeping in their own beds again. They will marvel at our overstuffed refrigerator and delight in being united with their beloved old Lab. I want to say it will be as though they never left, but that simply isn’t true. They will appreciate everything, including their father, me and each other, far more than they ever did when they had no place else they...