You don’t have to choose

Most nights, dinner at our house is fast. My wife cooks something quick while the boys get ready for whatever sport or activity is on deck. It's quick and chaotic. But it's a good life. A normal life. And then tonight... I sat in Lisbon, in a candlelit restaurant with friends... ...eating food I can't pronounce while the waiter explained the philosophy behind the sauce. This trip has been full of those moments. It's a far cry from those weeknight speed-suppers in Colorado... But somehow? It's...