It was 12 years ago when my wife invited me for a cup of coffee at a local Portland roaster. (Shop local, kids.) Nothing alarming about the invite; we relish our coffee breaks, and they were the most sensible dates we could afford, as I balanced two jobs, while Nancy watched over our seven kids.
Nancy took a sip of her French Roast, put the mug down, and blurted out the reason for her invitation:
It was 12 years ago when my wife invited me for a cup of coffee at a local Portland roaster. (Shop local, kids.) Nothing alarming about the invite; we relish our coffee breaks, and they were the most sensible dates we could afford, as I balanced two jobs, while Nancy watched over our seven kids.
Nancy took a sip of her French Roast, put the mug down, and blurted out the reason for her invitation:…
