He pulled into his driveway after a long day... and came straight across the street. Didn’t go inside. Didn’t pause. Just walked over like he already knew where he was needed. Roman was waiting with his firetruck, and before a word was even said, Mr. Wade was down on the sidewalk playing like nothing else mattered. I was right there... watching it, letting it happen. Because there are some things you don’t interrupt. He has me for all the everyday moments, the routines, the constant kind of love. And then there are moments like this... something different, just as real. My boy doesn’t need a lot. Just someone who chooses to stop, to sit, to stay. And somehow, Mr. Wade always does.