The Boy and I rarely disagree – and when we do it’s often because we’re slogging through the dog days of debt freedom.
One thing I didn’t mention about that little spat of unhappiness the other week was how our disagreement ended.
The Boy was frustrated, I was frustrated that he was frustrated, he was frustrated that I was frustrated and that frustration had boiled over into a spat.
And that’s when he said:
Shannah, name one thing, just one thing,
that you want to do that I don’t want to do.
One thing that you want to have that I don’t want to have.
One thing you wish you could do to or buy for the house
that I don’t want to do or buy, too.
I don’t think that you can, because anything you want is what I want.
Anywhere you want to go, I want to go.
There’s not one thing that we really disagree over. Not one thing.
And that’s when the spat ended. Because I knew that there was one thing, just one thing that I really wanted – more than anything that money could buy.
Him.