I just spent a half an hour in the parking lot in my car alone in the dark thinking. I was thinking about the events of the day and how everything came together. We took the girls out to the Fargodome where a television station had a 50th
anniversary party. There was free bouncy games for the kids. My sweety was almost like another kid and I was loving him more and more every minute as I watched him interact with my girls. Oops I wasn't supposed to say that. Oh well.
Then we took them to dairy queen afterward for desert. We were laughing and joking and having a good old time. Then when I went to drop the girls off is when there was trouble in paradise. My sweety and I had our first major arguments about
the next couple of events that took place. I have deleted the rest of the original blog entry, because the exact contents of that argument are no one's business but our own. What I will say however is that I have not very often seen a better handled
argument. We each stated our perspective, assurances made, and both came out happier than when we went into it. It also helped me clarify for myself one little quirk I have: I am MUCH better at writing out my feelings than stating them.
That is why my blog needed revising.