Relaxing back into the sofa, I breathed a sigh of relief.
With my head resting on my husband’s shoulder, I relished this rare moment of peace and quiet.
After all, life was so busy and we barely saw each other.
What with Matt, 41, starting a new job and me running around after our four children, Charis, 17, Porter, 16, Hunter-Lily, 14, and Christian, 13.
Of course, having a big family, being a full-time mum and running our busy household in Orlando, Florida, I knew I’d never be off the clock.
Only, Matt didn’t seem to be either – even when he was home, his phone beeped constantly with messages from his colleagues.
But, in a rare turn of events that evening, we found ourselves in complete silence, the kids tucked up in bed upstairs.
‘Hear that?’ I exclaimed. ‘Silence at last!’
Yet our moment of peace and quiet was instantly disturbed, as if right
