Once, during a tax season many years ago when my boys were still very small, I came home after an especially tough day and pulled into the garage.
The boys were at the door to the garage and literally squealed with excitement when I opened the door to my car.
They ran over and gave me a big hug for no apparent reason other than the fact that they were happy to see me.
Sam said to me, "Dad, you are the best of life."
And a small tear formed in my eye. It still does whenever I think of that moment.
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