In the first six months of marriage, I’ve learned -- more than anything else -- what makes for a happy, healthy home is compromise.
When one partner doesn’t have time to take out the trash, the other one steps up to help. When someone forgets to feed the cats, the other dishes out dinner instead. And -- of course -- when one partner’s favorite football team collapses in a heap, the other doesn’t rub it in their face.
That last guideline certainly wasn’t followed in the Redemann household in 2017 -- that’s for sure. The peaceful Sunday afternoons this fall and winter were perpetually shattered by my lovely wife shouting, “My man, Case!