It’s a Saturday evening, the backyard garden is lit up, and the bar stools finally out of the attic and dusted off, all lined up in front of the outdoor bar. The kids are away at summer camp, and the house feels a lot bigger somehow. There’s lasagna baking in the oven, filling the house with the smell of fresh tomato and herbs. As you take out that vintage wine bottle you’ve been saving for months and get out the glasses, you hear the doorbell ring, and your friends’ voices outside. It’s going to be a good night.