**Stephen**
After two weeks in Pennsylvania, we were flying home to New York. Laura was in the bedroom area with the baby on my plane, and I was peeking in at them while the plane was in the air.
Laura was lying on the bed, and Evan was next to her. Both of them were taking a little nap.
“You really have a beautiful family, Mr. Case,” the flight attendant said to me.
I turned around and smiled at her. “Thank you, Mary,” I replied.
“Did you want a drink?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks,” I told her.
I looked back into the room. I still can’t believe that’s my family. I’ve had a few people say something similar to what Mary had just said, and I just can’t get used to hearing that word: my family.
I went back to my seat to sit down. In a few hours, my family and I would
