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.