“Dude, drive safe,” I said at the door of my son’s tiny old Subaru, which I’d helped him pack to the brim. Neil was moving 1,000 miles away, to Nashville. “You know I love you.” “Love you, too, Dad,” he replied, looking me in the eye. “I’m good.” And he was. When Neil came home in 2019 after a humbling final year in college, Susan and I didn’t much know him. He didn’t know himself either. But we were all willing to connect on an honest level. Susan and I listened better.