I had this epiphany this morning. I’ve been thinking about what the goal is with houses and life and such. And it came to me: the goal is love.
This weekend Adam spilled a full glass of apple juice two times within a 10 minute span. I, of coarse, lost it. So drug him outside of to talk to him. After I vented I realized it really hurt his feeling so I told him ” even when I’m mad, I still love you.” Two days later he is still talking about that. Whew – I didn’t screw him up too bad.