I was away on vacation for the first time in months.  It was glorious.  I still woke up early, went on a run and had eggs for breakfast.  But I got a bit of time and space to think, to breathe and to remember who I was without all of the distractions of daily life. My dad was home with the kids.  I called every night and talked to them via FaceTime. One night he answered after just one ring.  “Things are fine here,” he said.  “But Austin is playing basketball in the alley and refused to come in for dinner.”  He shook his head with a mixture of frustration…