I was just reading Modern Love in the NY Times Style section, a major favorite read of mine. In it, the woman recounts how she yells at her husband in public over some minor infraction, something that had built up over 20 years of marriage. As she collected herself, she realized what it must be like to be him. I think that is a great way to live, to see the world from their eyes. Unfortunately, in this vid, the moms and I once again go after the hubbies anyway. Hey, I can’t take the high road all the time… or maybe any of it.
This video was one of those moments where I realized how I have changed over the years. Other than crows’ feet and various colors in my hair, I think, “Hey, I’m the same gal, right?” Nah. Now, I can keep a bit more to myself and I need a lot less validation. Which is good for anyone. But it’s especially good for my husband.