Stuck Like Glue

I can’t recall what was said or why we had a “discussion.” I just remember it rattled me, and quick as lightning I was on the defensive. I huffed around, hot and bothered by a handful of tossed out words.

I tugged on my running shoes and whisked out the door, hoping to run my steam down to a simmer. The fresh air felt good, but it wasn’t good enough. By the time I rounded the corner and stepped onto the driveway, I was still hissing under the skin.

Marriage is like that sometimes. Glowing and perfect one moment. The next? You’re wondering how you thought you had so much in common.

I walked into the living room and found Doug throwing kids into the air one at a time, swooping them into his arms and dancing around the furniture with them. He was wearing his black running shirt. He looked lean and handsome. His laugh was genuine and happy and his face revealed nothing. Not a trace of discontent.

A new song bounced out of the speakers – one I’d never heard before. The kids began hip-hopping, swinging, grooving to the beat. The lyrics (listen here) caught me up, squeezed my pride tight, and all the angst I’d been feeling trickled right out.Absolutely nobody knows me better

No one that can make me feel so good…

How do you define love?