True Story

One weekend, my husband and I were in the car on our way to run errands.  We had tried to fit too much into our weekend and were out of sorts.  I was so cranky that I was cranky about feeling cranky but just couldn’t pull myself out of it.  Then, while driving, he leaned over and pressed his forefinger to my forehead.  “What are you doing?” I asked.  “Hitting the reset button,” he replied with a smile.  I pressed his forehead in return and we had a good laugh.  I appreciated his willingness to restart the day with me, and in fact, he had essentially given me permission to do just that.  We did and it made all the difference that day. Read more