Why My Heart Isn't Breaking:

This morning I thought maybe my heart would break by the end of the day because of how thick the clouds were. Instead, while it is drizzlemisting outside, I am warm inside with all our brand-new groceries put away. My husband is cleaning the bathtub to the soft soft sounds of really good jazz. I will soon be making some chocolate chocolate chip cookies. Little does he know, I am planning on placing square in the middle of those brown little cookies, a marichino cherry. He loves those marichino cherries. I do not. Those are the kind of sacrifices I am willing to make in order to make this marriage work.