My Family is “In Between”and I Love it

I hear the door open downstairs and my son enter the house. I breathe a sigh of relief, smile. He’s off the road. Home again. For now. Nonchalantly I head down the stairs to give him a hug. I don’t want to scare him with the surge of love I still feel every time he returns safely. But I actually don’t think he would mind. He crumples on the living room couch. “I’m sooo happy to be home. I’m exhausted.”

My oldest, he’s just graduated from college and will soon begin a new job in New York. In...