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My husband of twenty-six years was supposed to be away on a fishing trip. Instead, I walked into my hotel lobby and saw him standing far too close to a woman young enough to be our daughter. The way she turned pale when she noticed me told me whatever he’d been hiding was about to explode.
I met Kellan when he was arguing in a hardware store, red-faced from the sun and furious over a faulty lawn mower blade.
We built our life the old-fashioned way — paycheck by paycheck, bill by bill.
The night we brought our son Ethan home from the hospital, I remember whispering, “Are we really ready for this?”
Kellan stared at our newborn in the bassinet. “Not even close,” he admitted.
But when he picked Ethan up, he held him with a confidence that surprised me.