After college graduation, I married my sweetheart, Sandy. We were in love. We shared our emotions with each other. Life was wonderful.
Twelve years after the wedding, life wasn't quite as wonderful. With four kids, the Clarke home was loud and busy — hectic, even. Our lives were a whirlwind of kids' activities, school, homework, my career as a psychologist, household chores and church involvement.
During a rare, quiet moment when our kids were in bed, Sandy and I looked at each other and realized we'd started to lose ourselves as a couple. We still loved each other, of course, ...