I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it is to come home after a long day at work and have your daughter come running to the door to greet you. I can't even take my jacket off before she's led me by the hand to her table, where she's piled a stack of books she wants me to read to her. Dutifully, I read them one by one, pausing only to let her put away the book we've just finished, bring me the next book she wants me to read, and say, "Up!" Only after we've finished the entire stack can we proceed with the rest of the evening. And as much as it would be nice to have a moment to change out of your work clothes and sit down and have dinner, I wouldn't have it any other way.