Seated at his desk, he meticulously analyzes his work before him.
Ever the perfectionist, he finds every flaw.
There’s a rustling from the door, the handle turns and joy bursts in.
His kids run in laughing and screaming, pure elation.
Following closely behind, his wife.
Beautiful and sweet, blonde hair tied behind her shoulders.
She scoops up the youngest in her arms, embracing the wild child.
He stands and picks up their first-born, spinning as he hugs her tightly to his chest.
Their laughter fills the room.
The stress of his work evaporates.
With one arm around his daughter, he puts the other around his wife.
She looks into his eyes and cracks a soft smile.
They become lost in each other’s gaze.
He leans forward and gently kisses her forehead.
Ever the perfectionist, he finds no flaw.