The Number One Tool That Saved Our Marriage
Today is the first day of September, and for me that means a HUGE seasonal change…at least, mentally. Living in the south, we don’t actually begin to feel the coolness of fall until mid October mornings. So, for now, I will crank my AC down to, literally, 67 degrees, put on long sleeves and leggings and pretend and hope with all my precious little heart that it is fall (slash Christmas, if we’re being totally honest here). At the Nutt house we welcome the fall and winter with open arms. My husband and I practically look like the young Santa and Mrs. Clause, so I feel that we come by it quite naturally. However, the other day (Mid August-99 degrees) when I was getting ready for work and playing Christmas music, he wasn’t having it. Now, I know that I was probably pre-mature with little bobsled that I call Ol’ St. Nick, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. How else will the holiday season come? Does he actually think this change of season happens by itself? Nope.