It was 11 pm and I was just getting finished with the dishes from dinner. I was wiping down the countertops when I heard the crunch of the gravel underneath his truck tires. I walked to the door in time to see his headlights come up over the hills of corn. It had been a day. My girls had been disasters from the moment they woke up, I had burned the lunch that I was supposed to bring out to the fields, I had laundry coming out of my ears, and I hadn’t had a single moment alone in weeks....