Stop, Drop, and Kiss!!
Stop, Drop, and Kiss One small gesture sparked romantic evenings. by Mandy Houk A typical evening at five o’clock in our house would find me cooking dinner, my two small daughters desperately in need of a bath, and my ears perked, awaiting a magical sound—the garage door opener. This was the blessed signal that my husband, Pete, had arrived home from work. Yes! I’d think, mentally pumping my fist. Reinforcements! As he came through the door, I’d give Pete a…