"Remember the day I was leaving the Boy’s Club and slipped on the ice," my husband laughingly asked. "Yes!" We giggled like goofy teenagers, reminiscing, turning the pages of our personal history.
But the more pages we turned, the less we laughed.
"Remember the day I was leaving the Boy’s Club and slipped on the ice," my husband laughingly asked. "Yes!" We giggled like goofy teenagers, reminiscing, turning the pages of our personal history.
But the more pages we turned, the less we laughed.