Reaching Stan’s
The moment we pull into the driveway, Stan’s enthusiasm radiates like a beacon. He’s already on the porch, arms wide open, ready to scoop up Caleb and Dylan in one of his signature bear hugs. “There they are!” he shouts with delight as the boys run toward him, their laughter ringing through the air. And for a fleeting moment, as their joy collides with his warmth, all the heavy thoughts fade into the background. In Stan’s embrace, everything feels almost normal—if only for a little while.
Reaching Stan’s
A Dinner Invitation
Once inside, Stan claps his hands with gusto and insists on cooking a big family dinner. “Nothing like a hearty meal to bring folks together,” he declares, ushering us into his warm, cluttered kitchen. The familiar aroma of spices fills the air, wrapping around us like a blanket and stirring memories of past family gatherings. Jessica looks more at ease, her shoulders less tense, and even I begin to feel a bit lighter. The promise of a cozy meal starts to calm my frayed nerves, offering a small but welcome sense of comfort.
A Dinner Invitation
