Marriages aren’t healed with big things; they’re healed with small things done every day.
Around this time last year, in Chicago, we were in the middle of a polar vortex. The thermostat hovered around zero. The schools were frequently closed. It was painful to go outside.
And my wife went to New Orleans without me.
It was a business trip, and she went out of her way to make provisions for the kids and me—she even flew her mother in to help with childcare while I was at work.