You share a few details about your inconsequential day, and then she tells you about hers. And you learn of the mother who unexpectedly died while giving birth, and the shell shocked father who forgot how to sign his name on the hospital form he was handed, and the three-year-old daughter urging him “let’s go see Mommy”. And everything falls away, and you won’t hear the words anymore because they are impossible to bear. And suddenly, the only things you know are that your wife is alive, and your kids are alive, and that when you all gather around your table for dinner, you are staggered by how inconceivably gorgeous they all are.