We had our first fight. Over kids.
The decibel of my voice raised. His was calmer.
I was a bit irrational. He stayed fairly reasonable.
We hassled through things for about an hour, without any solutions rising to the top. It got late. Both of us were tired. And both still upset.
Then I remembered that wise advice so many women gave me before getting married, “Don’t let the sun go down on your anger.”
I looked at B and I thought about that worthy phrase…
Then I pushed it out of my mind, crawled into our comfy bed and went to sleep.
Yep. The sun went down.
On our wrath.
So much for wise advice around our house. We were taking this newly married thing by storm.
The next day, he called from work. I was calmer. I’d had time to pray and think and process. I’d had time to sort through the night before's struggle. I thought through all the things I knew were true about him and what I really believed was in his heart.
We talked. We apologized. We united. When he got ho…