Caleb called out for me, and my soul liked that: a child’s voice echoing through this big, beautiful home calling out for me. I’d met him in the middle of the stairs, and I was stunned when his little arms wrapped around me, as much as they could. Instinctively, my hands went to the back of his head, holding him to me. Then, he looked up and said, “Dad said you were leaving. I’m glad you didn’t.”
