The moat yesterday dropped the text on the way out the door. Sometimes my kids do that with their lunch.

I had hoped to tell you about the movie Shall We Dance?, having recently enjoyed it with the twins. As a little girl I felt at a loss for how to apply the sixth commandment in my efforts to behave. Lying I understood. Honoring my parents was clear cut. But adultery seemed like a different universe than mine. Maybe having cuddled and cried though the movie together my girls will not need to wonder. They will have a picture of what it looks like to stay faithful to your vows.

But secretly I have a suspicion that the moat failed because of another cause. Yesterday I was mad at the man in my life, madder than I have been in awhile. I sent him fiery texts and practiced my rant while he lay unsuspectingly under the covers. So when I opened the email to see a gaping hole where a movie review about a good man should be... it seemed apropos that I would be silenced.

I distracted myself with a quilt and as I ironed it I continued to rehearse my displeasure. Then I noticed a seam that flapped open. The threads that should be tethering the two fabrics together were gone. Hmm. 

As I hand sewed the hole shut I thought about ways I appreciate my husband, each stitch like a bit of gratitude. The quilt will be stronger that way. And I have one more picture of what it means to be faithful to my vows.