One husband reveals his inner thoughts--and fears--when he learns his life is changing.
“Hey!”
“Hey, back.”
She stood at the top of the hill, with a smile on her face that stretched from ear to ear. While she playfully looked down at me, she began to bounce down the hill, hopping and skipping lightly on the fresh green grass. Her blonde hair was bouncing with her moves as she made her way to the edge of the break wall were I stood, fishing pole in hand. I noticed that she was carrying a little white stick between her forefinger and thumb. She was waving it in the air as if it was a peace flag of sorts. Wiggling it in the spring air, I noticed that her beautiful blue eyes held a film of mist over them. On the stick were two distinct pink lines.