We stay in again that night, and we talk. For hours on end. The good, and the bad, what we can do and what we won’t, everything about every choice that we have.
In the end, the outcome seems clear to us. It took us until dawn to figure it out, but it is clear. We finally get to bed and sleep a more serene sleep.
Canned soup and hugs for dinner. We’re both wearing our most comfortable jammies, because for this type of conversation, you might as well.
We’re honest with each over, and cover very point we can think of, and we drink a lot of hot cocoa.
And then as the sun rises, we agree that however tough things might get, we’ll be there for each other.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 