Just because my husband is six months younger than me doesn’t mean I’m robbing the cradle — even though it might look that way.
Let me explain.
On Sunday, Josh and I were enjoying a relaxing afternoon at home watching TV (I’m sure it was something sports related), when our doorbell rang.
Our doorbell never rings. We almost never have unexpected visitors. We’re usually peering out the windows in anticipation of our guests arriving.
Anyway, the doorbell rang, and Josh answered the door.