In the quiet, budget-conscious landscape of our marriage, vacations were not merely a luxury; they were a myth.
For the better part of a decade, my husband, Mark, and I lived by the relentless rhythm of the Sunday night kitchen table ritual. We sat beneath the hum of the overhead light,
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