There isn’t much that a day like today can’t cure. We were on the road early, a familiar drive under clear skies, trees topped with pink and green, the sun warm through the open sunroof, Dan Zanes blasting on the car stereo.

And then this—



—a perfect afternoon.

My sister is finally home. My brother, too, though not the home I would prefer. And I am home, in my heart, with my boys.