By Mutual Agreement
“Well, we did it,” my wife said to me, as we sat sipping coffee in our little breakfast nook. “Yes, we did,” I nodded, unable to restrain the grin bubbling up from within me. “I hoped you liked it as much as I did,” she said. I nodded. “I’m glad you had a good time,” I said. “I was worried you might have some regrets.” “Only that I didn’t listen to you earlier, that we didn’t do it sooner,” she said. “I can’t take all the credit, Kayla,” I told her. “We actually decided together.”