Lucy,
I wrote this months ago, so I’ve no idea what the weather’s doing out your window.
The first time you brought Dan home he fixed the back gate. Nobody asked him. He saw it hanging off, found the screwdriver in the drawer without asking where it was, and went and did it. I thought, he pays attention. That’s most of it.
Your dad and I have had thirty-one years and maybe four arguments worth keeping. The rest were about the thermostat. Let the small ones go. Say sorry first, even when you’re right. Especially then.
Go and dance. Your dad’s been practicing in the kitchen.
Mom