I had a rough day today. I got home, and the dog was as excited to see me on a bad day as he is on my best day. We went for our walk--sun, grass, the park--and it dulled the bite of the day a bit. My wife got home, and she was as wonderful on a bad day as she is on my best day. We went to dinner, and by the time we got home, the day hardly seemed like much.

I know it's a privilege, but (my) family doesn't measure me by anything more than how much care I put into it, and I get back far more than I put in. It really is (to me) the most important thing to have.