Stan and I fight.
About big things–like how to raise our children, and little things–like the shoes we trip over in our tiny back entrance.
I get frustrated. He get’s frustrated. And in the end, everyone’s unhappy.
It gets messy.
Anger, selfishness, and pride lurk around our place and get under our skin.
But not all the time.
Curiosity, humour, creativity, and generosity, take up residence here, too. Thank goodness for that.
Even though we don’t agree on everything around here, we do know one thing. We’ve got a good man. In fact, it’s a pity I don’t recall “how good I’ve got it” (something I relish informing Stan about his wife) more often; like every time the tensions seeps in between the cracks of loveliness in our home.
Have a great weekend honouring the good men around you…