make fruit smoothies.

Sometimes we need a "kiss-and-make-up" day.

We need these days when our inner monologues have been ranting about the burdens we carry; when, in our minds, we start comparing our loads and we each begin to feel slighted.

It is remarkably easy for me to forget all the things Duke is doing for the good of our family. This tendency, complimented with my pride over my own contributions, makes for a ton of resentment bottled in my heart if I'm not careful.

I told Duke yesterday, after our frustrated chat had resolved into a renewal of compassion for one another, that I wouldn't trade our ability to effectively communicate for anything, even a decrease in the amounts of things we argue about. Making life easier so that we wouldn't disagree about money, or kids, or our lack of time to spend together, couldn't possibly bring us closer than our joint effort to persevere through the trials as a team.

We fought through Sunday morning (why is it always on Sundays?) but were onto our kissing by noon. Then, after we returned home from church, we had fruit smoothies (which is on our live list) to celebrate how crazy we are about each other.

I honor the commitment I've made to our marriage and I fully intend to stay just as passionate about my darling as ever. Hooray for love!