While visiting my sister in Denver my tall and athletic husband and I decided to jog up the foothills behind her home. The sun was setting so we raced to catch it. Following the steep trail in the thin air was a thrill. My husband, of course, was several feet in front of me when he came to a dead stop at the crest of one of the hills. As I approached he quickly shushed me, holding his hand up as if to say “stop.” And being the obedient wife I am (wink, wink), I stopped. As I approached he quickly shushed me, holding his hand up as if to say “stop.” And being the obedient wife I am (wink, wink), I stopped.
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