Family was this. It was a woman who filled every shattered piece of me, who fired up the need I’d never felt before to be a good man, a good caretaker, a good lover. It was my son and my daughter, the home we would all build together, the one that was already filled with laughter and playfulness and joy. It was knowing that no matter what came our way, we would hold hands — the four of us — and we would get through together.
