Small Things

This morning I left Timm a calm, but half-joking message at school that sounded something like this:

"I can't believe you took the last of the Coke Zero, and then, left the box in the fridge to trick me! And I'm stranded here at home all day, into the night without the van, when you'll be out and about and could have gotten your own. And oh man, if there were more than one, and you took them both, then our marriage might be in jeopardy."

By noon Sam was at my door, gift in hand. Timm called him and asked him to bring it by. I called Timm to thank him and he apologized, saying he felt really bad and didn't want our marriage to end.

                                                                                                                                                         

 It's love.