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Making Up
I could hear sniffling from the hallway outside our bedroom door as Donna and I argued. I opened the door and the light poured in revealing the silhouette of our ten year-old daughter, Cindy. She was crying and clutching her teddybear, Stanley.
Cindy came in and her mother cradled her on the bed.
"What's the matter?" I asked, knowing full-well what the matter was.
"I hate it when you guys argue."
"Oh, baby. Mommy and Daddy are just having a disagreement. We'll work it out and everything will be just fine."
"But you're arguing", she sobbed.
"Do you sometimes argue with us?"
"Yes."
"And do you still love us?"
"Yes."
"It's the same with us. Sometimes we disagree but we always make up. I'm so sorry we woke you up."
Cindy lingered in our room for a few more minutes. Once she calmed down a little her eyes wouldn't stay open. I carried her back to her room and kissed her goodnight.
Cindy's visit cooled us down quite a bit. We still had a few things to say to each other but it was a sharp reminder about why she and I have worked so hard to make our marriage work. We finished our discussion more calmly.
Then Donna and I made up... twice.
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