A young couple offered us a spare high chair their child had outgrown.

Ordinary generosity returned to our lives in forms too small to appear on a bank statement.

At work, I had accepted a role that required less travel.

The salary was lower, and I worried briefly that I was making a professional mistake.

But I was there for Liam’s first attempts to crawl and for the mornings when Maya wanted quiet company over breakfast.

Those moments were not recoverable through overtime.