He puts his hand up in the air and bends his thumb, my eyes round to saucers, that’s a number I might never achieve. All I need are additional business courses, not degrees. “Four. One Bachelor, two Masters and a PhD. School—learning is kind of fun.”

I giggle when he sticks his tongue out at me, I am impressed. “You are bragging.”

“No. You asked,” he fires back and laughs. “Do you want to get another degree?”

It takes a few minutes for me to give him an answer, “I don’t know yet.” My heart swells with pride when he promises to support whatever decision I make and the butterflies...