Lying on the couch with my wife nestled on top of me, I savored every second. I’d been away on flights for days, and each time I left, I felt the ache of distance. Being a pilot was my dream, but I missed moments like these.

Just as I started to drift, I remembered I had another flight in five hours. She looked up, catching the worry in my eyes. "Thinking about work?" she whispered.

"Only for a second," I replied, brushing her hair back.