In order for me to feel like this story is complete, I must take you back to how our story began. Both my husband, Mike, and I grew up in Chewelah, a Northeastern Washington town of about 2000 people. We met in high school, shared the same circle of friends, and had Spanish and English classes together. Mike and I got stuck together as debate partners in English our junior year, having to debate in favor of the United States dropping the atomic bombs on Japan in World War 2. I rolled my eyes and told Mike to leave the project to me. I was a perfectionist in school, English was my favorite subject, and World War 2 was totally my thing. For days I did my research and the day of the debate I handed Mike a piece of paper and said, “Read this; this is your part.” He followed my directions and read it straight from the paper but I can’t remember if we won the debate or not. It’s not that Mike wasn’t smart, I just didn’t trust him because I knew he didn...