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17: Our Second First Date

Our Second First Date You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. ~Author Unknown “Well, hello Beth!” I stammered as I found my tall, blond friend from college standing on my doorstep. I hadn’t expected company, but felt honored Beth considered our friendship close enough for her to swing by unannounced. “What brings you to this part of town?” “Oh, I just thought I’d drop in,” Beth said as she stepped into the living room. I instantly morphed into a happy hostess. “Won’t you sit down? Can I get you anything to drink? How are classes going?” Beth smiled as my husband, Jason, entered the room carrying our one-month-old son. After I chatted with Beth for a few minutes, Jason radically changed the subject with, “Kate, would you like to go for a walk?” “Um… uh…” I hesitated, rather unsettled by Jason’s lack of consideration for our guest. Beth had been sweet enough to come over. I didn’t want to take advantage of her good nature. In an effort to make up for my husband’s poor manners, I opened the walking invitation up to Beth as well. “Oh, no thanks,” she grinned. “You guys... (more)
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18: The Teamwork of Marriage

The Teamwork of Marriage Do not anticipate trouble or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. ~Benjamin Franklin Last summer, my husband and I stopped at a lawn and garden center and bought ourselves an outdoor fabric gazebo. It was something we’d wanted for a while, so when they went on sale, we took the plunge. Driving home, I could already envision sunny days and balmy nights, spent outside under the gazebo’s shelter. Back at the house, our enthusiasm was high, until we carried the box from the truck to the back yard and opened it. For a moment, we didn’t move. Our eyes were fixed on this single box, containing 162 pieces, along with a few pages of instructions for assembling the ten-foot-by-ten-foot gazebo. After the shock wore off, we looked at each other, as if to say, “What have we gotten ourselves into?” I was designated the official instruction reader. “Okay,” I said, and cleared my throat. “Step one says, ‘Fix the Panel A on the Panel B by using M6X35 bolts and nuts, which is Part L. Repeat this three times.’” Our eyes met. I raised one eyebrow in a question mark. Stan laughed. “Well, I guess we need to look for Panels A and B.” Within minutes, my handy man had Panels A and... (more)
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19: A Steamy Romance

A Steamy Romance Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. ~James Matthew Barrie Walking in the back door, I kick off my shoes and throw my purse on the counter. I can’t wait to sit down. Pulling off my socks, I uncover four raw blisters — badges of pride for a full day on my feet. Although exhilarating, my new job as a substitute teacher is an adjustment after ten years as a stay-at-home mom. Searching the cupboard for Band-Aids, I notice the clock: 3:30. In just half an hour, my younger daughter will bound off the school bus, bustling with cursive handwriting papers, tales of gym and recess, and complaints about her grumbling stomach. Rummaging through the cupboard, I find my salvation — a lone bag of microwave popcorn peeking from behind a bag of stale pretzels. Snack dilemma solved, I walk into my bedroom to change into jeans and collect two overflowing laundry baskets. Though I’d love to read a magazine or watch Oprah, I know I’d better throw in a load of my husband’s Dockers and Polo shirts. How much longer can I ignore my daughters’ hampers, overflowing with grimy jeans and spaghetti sauce-stained sweatshirts? Guess I’d better wash the jeans before dinner. I can do the whites later.... (more)
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20: The Grandpa Who Became a Daddy

The Grandpa Who Became a Daddy How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were? ~Satchel Paige One thing’s for sure. When you marry a man seventeen years older than you, a man who’s about an inch away from his fiftieth birthday, the subject of more children doesn’t crop up in normal conversation. His six and my three from our previous marriages were quite enough, thank you. But surprise, surprise! When the pregnancy test came back positive I was a little hesitant to tell Harold. Hesitant? I was terrified. How do you tell a man who’s dreaming of early retirement that he’s about to embark on eighteen more years of child rearing? Almost apologetically I broke the news. The way Harold responded, you’d have thought he was a thirty-year-old who’d been trying to father his first child for years. That very afternoon he rushed out to buy cigars and started handing them out to his friends. Perhaps he thought about how babies bring on a feeling of perpetual youth. Or maybe he thought that having one of our own would really solidify our marriage. He’d probably seen that old Lucille Ball movie, Yours, Mine and Ours. Perhaps he was just glad he still had what it takes to become a father. Whatever it was, dear Harold stomped... (more)