So I came home and told Nancy I didn't have a job anymore. Not a fun conversation. Then we told the kids. These are the same kids that thought the logo of the company I worked for said, “Daddy.” No, I’m serious. They really did.
We then went to work to figure out where we were going to find money for the next unknown amount of time. We came up with several ideas; One of them was making soap. Had we ever made soap before in our lives? Um, no.
To the library, we dutifully trudged, and checked out 1.62 gazillion books on the subject of soap making. Then we curled up on the living room couch, an immense pile of books between us, and for several nights stayed up late, reading into the night. We each picked out books that interested us and constantly interrupted each other with our discoveries of important tidbits of information.
By the end of the week, we had enough book knowledge between us to write our own instruction manual on the subject. We were book smart and still knew absolutely nothing about making soap.
In no time we were making soap, starting a little business, and hanging out together – all the time. A lot of work, and a lot of stress, and a lot of fun. I couldn't remember having worked so hard in a long time. Nor could I remember feeling so great about life and about being with my sweetheart and about the direction our new life together was headed.
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