Courtesy of Christina Daves
When my husband retired at the end of March, I thought our "golden season" had finally arrived. We weren't the type of couple who waited for retirement to live — we had already raised our kids with adventure, built traditions around sports and travel, and carved out time to make memories long before "someday." Retirement was supposed to be an extension of that, a slower, sweeter chapter where we could do even more of what we loved.
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