After an exhausting day at work, I arrived home to discover my wife of thirty-eight years standing outside the locked gate of our own house, holding a small paper bag of groceries. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at me and whispered

to make sure every decision reflected what we wanted.

For the first time in years, we were making plans for our own lives without worrying about whether our children approved.

When our daughter Megan heard what had happened, she immediately booked a flight from Denver.

She arrived at our house two days later.

The moment she saw Linda, she wrapped her arms around her.

They stood in the living room holding each other for a long time.

Then Megan looked at me.

“Both of you are coming to Denver with