My husband was standing outside our front door. I was on the stair below him, and Jane was kicking her soccer ball against the front gate.
As I reached out to hug my husband, and Jane came flying across the yard with helicopter arms and a magnificent smile.
“Me too! Me too! Me too!” She yelled, and wormed her way into our embrace in exactly the same way she has for the past eleven years.
Paying attention to my marriage is the first gift I can give my children.