It took years for Paul Forester to rebuild his career and marriage with Ruth. Playing catch-up on family plans, they immediately adopt an orphaned son and soon birth a daughter. When tragedy strikes in both their college son's physical life, then their young daughter's mental life, Paul rues the time he wasted earlier and now the time he sees as stolen from his children. Never to be 'empty nesters' he struggles with the time stolen from him and Ruth. Is time always an enemy? Does God even care? Is it really all a waste?