I'm a little stinker.

I'm rotten. It's true. I am. I'd love to think I'm like the world's best wife but the truth is I'm SO far from. Sorry Husband to let you down.

Here's a little story of my rottenness and Husband's graciousness.

SO, yesterday I was a real stinker. Like a 2 year old temper tantrum stinker {pretty sure Husband saw a years worth of adult whine in a few hours}. While working on our marriage course homework I ask Husband if he receives enough touch from me. Like the way I rub his back or grab his hand or scratch his palms {he like L.O.V.E.S. this}. He pauses. Like, he REALLY pauses. Then he looks at me. And answers "You've gotten better, but maybe it's something we can continue to work on." Ah what?

This poor little answer did not see what was comin'. Poor little answer unleashed a beast...a PMS beast which is by far the worst kind of beast there is. A beast that realized it wasn't perfect. Far from. Oh how humiliating and tragic. {It really shouldn't have been such a surprise. But in that moment it caught me off guard}.

Thank you Husband for being patient  {even though you said you didn't feel it...I felt it}.  Thank you for seeing the worst parts of me and loving me through it. Thanks for remembering that we're both imperfect. We'll both fail and hurt one another but because our Lord gave of Himself for us we can forgive one another, offer grace to one another, and grow together.

I love you.

Anyways, all this to say that sometimes the bumps in the road and the fights {ahem...tifs, misunderstandings, discussions, disagreements...these sound better, right?} with the one we declare our love to is to be expected.

Perhaps even OK.

Dare I say that?!

I mean, cause sometimes the moment of clarity and connection after is just all the sweeter and more real. Cause sometimes the "tifs" just bond us more.

Or is this just me thinking this? Either way...I'll choose to think it's not. That way I'm not as crazy as I think I am ;)

Plus...make-up snuggles are saweeeet!