I spent the day reveling in my own happiness, clicking my heels together in a somebody-pinch-me-please moment. I had been waiting, anticipating, this very moment. Finally, it was time. My house was alive again with noise and laughter and conversation and TV and Xbox and stinky socks. My kitchen was abuzz with the hum of the dishwasher, the beep of the timer on the oven, the purr of a fully stocked refrigerator, and the opening and closing of cabinets in …