Happily Ever After

I had a lot of things planned to write about this morning, but other things are on my mind.  You see, Jon and I had an argument right before we left for work and as is usually the case after we argue, I keep thinking back to it, remembering how it played out and licking my wounds. 

The argument was what I presume to be a typical husband/wife spat; a blame game of who does or doesn't do this or that.  They've been much more frequent since Jon started grad school and I think it has a lot to do with reduced patience and increased stress (for the both of us) rather than a real issue.  These arguments drive me crazy because I know we're better than that.  I know how much we love each other and it's sad to me that we can lash out so hurtfully to the one we love the most, while saving our best faces and kindness for co-workers and strangers.  Isn't that always the way?

There is a silver lining to our arguments though.  When I have time to cool down and reflect, it makes me realize how right I was to marry him, how right we are for each other.  He's the only person my stubborn mind can envision saying sorry to and he's the only person my grudge-holding self can imagine forgiving for the rest of our lives.  Actually, he's the person who truly taught me that saying sorry makes you a bigger person, not a smaller one, and that's one of the greatest gifts he's ever given me.  I love him at his best, happy self and still love him at his worst, cranky self because he's my husband and my best friend and that's what he deserves. 

We'll say our sorries and laugh about the argument later today and life will go on, our life will go on, ever after.  Decidely and worked for, happily.