Growing up, I was a girl on the go. If I wasn’t playing outside, I was looking for ways to not do homework, which, word to the wise, takes infinitely longer than doing homework. I barely had time to catch my breath, let alone think about what lay ahead. Still, once in while I’d stop my bike, lean back on my banana seat, look up at a cloudless Phoenix sky and wonder about my future, particularly my future husband. He was out there somewhere. What was he like?
