“I’ll be back in a bit, hon,” my new husband shouted over his shoulder as he hurried out the door of our small apartment.   “I wonder what’s he’s up too?”  I pondered. An hour passed, and my mind began to race wondering what trouble he might be getting into.  We had been married less than a year.  Our small Charlie Brown Christmas tree leaned in the corner with the few dangling ornaments we had inherited from our childhood.  An antique Mary and Joseph in a faded yellow dome took center stage… Read More