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A few years back - just before we adopted our son, Joey - I was enjoying a rare day off and was killing time while I waited for my wife, Robin, to get home from work so that we could enjoy an evening meal together.
It was early winter here in Baltimore, but it was unseasonably cold. I'd taken an afternoon snooze (something I love to do but almost never get to). I remember glancing to my left, looking out through our front bay window. The approaching sunset and lengthening shadows told me that the outside chill was deepening.
Turning my attention to our television, I started flipping through the channels, looking for an old movie to watch.
My thumb froze in mid-click.
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