It never fails. Just about the time my temper has stretched to its limit and burrowing into the frozen tundra backyard seems like a viable way to escape that beast I married, we have a date night. We talk. We talk without interruption. We confirm our shared dreams. We hold hands. As conversation continues, that bear I live with transforms back into the man I married. And harmony restores itself in our home. I love date night.
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