“This is like ... date night,” I said to my husband as we were sitting in the bleachers, watching our four-year-old at her weekly evening swim class. Maybe that realization should have made depressed—with so much going on, I couldn’t remember the last time we had a proper date night—but it didn’t. We were nestled hip…
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