Sean had a hat on as we walked out the door and I said that wasn't fair...we were both going all the way with the bedhead as we got out early this morning for the pre-Thanksgiving trip to the grocery store. He decided to then continually mess up his hair more and more.
Eighteen years ago today we were out on a first date...so I guess our relationship is a legal adult now. Although I am guessing the aforementioned hair story already had you fully convinced about our maturity.
Honestly, our relationship can still resort to being like a tired, whiny three-year-old. I wish I could say it's all happiness all the time around here, but nothing is perfect. Which is not good when one of us can be a major perfectionist (hint: it's not the guy with the messy hair). If I were grading (and I just was a few minutes ago) I would give us an 88%.
However, eighteen years later, I can thankfully say we both always want to work harder towards that 100%. And I guess, when you think about it, that is what adults do.
