This is paradise. I was there.

I’m home now, though – just – and it’s just as good. This is where my kids are. Where Kyle is. Where my heart is. It’s not wild orchids and palm trees and tropical breezes, but it’s mine, and it’s good.

(Also, I came home to this. For which, ironically, there are no words. Except these: thank you. You helped make that happen. Lives saved, you guys. That’s better than paradise.)