What do paint fumes, Valentine's Day & crying have to do with each other?

This weekend I decided to paint a few walls in our apartment... After blood, sweat and actual tears, it feels a little bit more like home here.  But for some (many) reason(s) it brought out a lot in Stephen & I. Almost like you didn't know something needed fixing until the shit hits the fan.. On Valentine's Day.  It mostly happened because I'm really bad at communication. And if you're married you know that's a recipe for disaster. But when the tears are flowing and there's nowhere to go, words have to start making sentences and before you know it you're on your way to understanding your partner a little bit better. I just wanted to send a little love your way and let you know it's going to be just fine. It's amazing what a few words of forgiveness, understanding & fondue can do.

PS - This happened Monday.. Maybe the paint fumes got to me? Or maybe it's just that kind of week haha

Cheers to making marriages stronger & getting through a workout with my leggings on backwards... Han