As a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field.
Then I retired and found out there’s no playbook for life—especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down.
There’s no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad.
There’s no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in.
And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny.
I didn’t mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her.
It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh.
Before I knew it, her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - A perfect life together.
Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already.
And if I’m not careful, I might find myself learning it again.
I shouldn’t want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn’t seem to care.
Neither does hers.
Rolling Hills, #1