Rudy has worked hard. Worked all kinds of hours. Hours throughout the day. Throughout the night. But now he finds himself at home, domesticated. Cooking. Cleaning. And caring for the kids, specifically Brad, who continues to depend on us. All the while I scamper off to work.

Rudy’s becoming more patient. Taking the time to talk. To really talk. To talk about feelings. Both good and bad. To talk a lot.

Tension is released.

For both of us.

An already deep connection deepens. Respect and friendship take on a new path. The stress of life is replaced with the joy of communicating.

He’s calming.

Embracing life in a simply simple way.

He’s engaging himself.

Enriching himself.

His being.

His psyche.

His approach.