From The Mouths of Babes

This morning, my husband got ready to leave early in order to take his car to the mechanic. As he stood by the doorway, he stopped, waved good-bye to me. I stopped what I stopped what I was doing, and playfully pranced along towards him and gave him hug. It was a huge hug, and a long one.

My seven year old son looked at us, and said, "That's what you guys should be doing every morning, instead of fighting all the time."

What was that? From the mouths of babes! My response to him was quick, and without much thought, "Honey, your Dad and I love each other. We also agree to disagree. If we seem like we're fighting, it's because we're trying to find something we can agree on."

Pat me on the back, and let me bask under the glory of my wisdom!