14. But is Love Enough?

On my incredible parents — and navigating the weight of their sacrifice.

Sitting at the breakfast table, coffee in hand my Dad studied the Sunday New York Times in front of him. Fully immersed in whatever he was reading, he didn’t hear me as I took a seat at the top of the stairs and chose to watch him for a moment instead of interrupting his well-deserved peace and quiet. As I studied his furrowed brow and laser focus, I sa…