Some say that after 6 years of marriage, there aren’t any surprises.
Friday night, Croi and I helped Zucchini process a screaming fit she had the night before. We tried to help her understand what, “make amends” means, and what she could do to mend the relationship with her sister after her half-hour screaming fit at bedtime displaced Carrot from her room. And, Croi so subtly worked in that she was sorry for yelling at Zucchini, and would like to make amends by reading her a bedtime story when Zucchini went to bed at an earlier bedtime Friday night (you know, to make up for the sleep she lost while she was screaming.) So slick, even I didn’t see it coming.
Happy Birthday, woman who still wows me.