Out of Focus: Chapter 5

One Sunday afternoon early on in our marriage I noticed my husband seemed glum. We’d gone to the local park and were sitting on the wooden bench together watching our toddlers climb up the ladders and slide down the slides.

But instead of talking, he was swirling his foot in the sand. “Look, Asher’s finally learned to climb the ladder by himself,” I tried.

My husband looked up at our two-year-old at the top of the ladder, smiled briefly, and looked down again.

“Do you think this park is more child-friendly, or the one on Seymour Grove?”