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Meanwhile, I'm enjoying meticulously choreographed weekends of soccer matches and playdates; I've reduced my beauty regimen to showering every other day and weekly shampoos.
My friends maintain that they'd ultimately love to find someone like my husband—I'm sure they're lying.
On Veterans' Day, I had a few too many drinks too early in the day. He's an older man that I've known for many years who lives around the corner. He is tall and a bit too heavy to still look good, but he is really a nice guy.
So, I decided to walk them off with a few laps around the block. I stopped to talk to him for a few minutes, and I told him that many of us younger people appreciate what veterans have done for our country and the sacrifices they made.
I'm immediately attracted to Josh, 29, who has a full head of dark curls and intense green eyes . The encounter feels dangerous, unexpected, and a little awkward: the antithesis of marriage, so secure and comfortable, with no real surprises. My palms sweat, I'm trembling, my heart is beating in my throat. I want to go home with a perfect stranger and experience that first touch, first kiss. Every morning, three sets of feet scamper overhead, screaming, "Mommy." Breakfast needs to be made, and lunch, and then people need to be dropped off at school.
I'm immersed in the moment, which isn't easy for me.
So I embark on rebirthing myself, which takes more work than I envision.