My spouse is your doctor. And there’s no one else I’d rather share him with.
Speeding through town, I had just dropped off a kid at football practice. I raced back to the church to drop off another kid, then drove quickly to a soccer practice for a third. At about 7:00, I start to lose my cool. I’m used to my husband being late. But tonight I was frustrated. I sat in the parking lot with two babies, strapped in their seatbelts, fidgeting and …
My spouse is your doctor. And there’s no one else I’d rather share him with.
