So after an afternoon of:
- Deep conversations
- Long hikes
- Wildlife Discovery
- Getting lost (not according to Tre. Tre never gets lost according to Tre)
- and Professions of undying love….
His wife hit him with something and although he was caught off-guard, he was pretty sure he knew what it was because…..
“We’re getting older Tre. The last of our sweet babies will soon be leaving to live their own lives. I don’t think i’m ready for an empty home yet. Can we try for just one more baby? Do you think it’s wise at our age?”
“Wise? Baby there is nothing more beautiful, more perfect, than the sight, the smell, the glow of you carrying our child.”
….. he felt the same.
Things Fall Apart 