All in the Family

And one day, there he was, home from work early, mowing the lawn. A man doesn’t mow his lawn if he’s going to leave it. Not this man. Then he fixed a door that had been broken for eight years. He made a comment about our front porch needing paint. Our front porch. He mentioned needing wood for next winter. The future. Little by little, he started talking about the future.

It was Thanksgiving dinner that sealed it. My husband bowed his head humbly and said, “I’m thankful for my family.”

He was back.


Those Aren't Fighting Words, Dear
By Laura A. Munson

NY Times via South Willard


  1. Read this too. The whole piece is amazing. She didn't do the usual thing and she didn't get the usual result either.

  2. I have just read this twice. What a story! Thank you for linking to it.