About 15 years ago, in our early married days, my husband and I took a weekend trip to Spokane, WA. No kids, two incomes, endless time. Sounds like fun, right? Turns out, it was an early lesson in the marital art of compromise. How we ended up on the sidewalk in front of our hotel, on a sunny, brisk morning, arguing about the coffee and paper he’d just purchased, is the topic of my most recent post at Blissfully Wed. You can read about the compromise that saved all future vacations at Blissfully Wed (aka Wedded Bliss). Pop on by for the gritty details!
