For my family this morning started like most mornings around here do—I grabbed a glass of water and got to work and somewhere between Bradley coming in to my room to ask me a question and Charlie in and out of the kitchen, while Charlie and I were and talking about something that honestly started out simple. We were trying to figure out Juneteenth. Not in a deep, planned way. Just one of those everyday conversations where you say, “Wait… is this a federal holiday?” and then suddenly you’re looking things up, comparing notes, and realizing you’ve heard the word a hundred times but never really stopped long enough to…