This is the worst part of my day: coming home to an empty house. I want a family to come home to. The smell of food cooking, the sound of kids playing, a wife excited to tell me about her day. I want a kiss hello, a bear hug goodbye. Snuggles at night when it’s cold. A hand to hold onto. I’d give anything for all of that. For me, it’s the little things. Always has been.
