The other morning I found myself sitting at our dining room table crying over a game of dominoes. I wasn't sad per se. Well, maybe a little, but for the right reason.
I had asked Tom if he had talked to his parents recently.
He responded that he had. The obvious next question, was, well, how are they doing. His reply was what made me cry.
When he had talked with his mom she had said something along the lines of the two of them (his parents) not getting along that day.
Now, I realize that after being married for 40 years you are more than entitled to those kinds of days.
I'm definitely not throwing shade.
And let's be honest, Tom and I have had those kinds of days as well.
However, it kind of just hit me. I don't want to ever lose another day because Tom and I aren't getting along.
Not in our 40s, not in our 50s, or 60s, or 70s.
Our marriage isn't perfect but God made us perfect together.
And truth be told…Tom gives me a lot of GRACE. 💜
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