My Husband is Short.............

                        Sometimes, especially when the outside stressors of life get the best of us, our patience starts to wear............

                        Sometimes our reactions don't have the nine second delay button.........

                        Sometimes, even without the realization that we are doing it, we are too quick to react, to respond and to recognize it..................

                        We are all guilty of our human condition, of the responsibilities that bind us, of facing the objections of what may lie ahead..........

                         I don't pretend to know the solution to this equation, but I do know that to allow these character traits to make themselves at home in our relationships, makes our days physically harder......not to mention how toxic they are............

                         It sometimes takes that extra effort......the one we've already spent on other daily tasks, to dig down deep and find that last bit of self-control to draw from...........

                         I know that sometimes it's just so easy to let our words fly freely and our knee-jerk reactions get the best of us........

                         Lately I have been sharing with my husband that he is being "short" with me.......

                         His response is this:

                         "Five nine and a half is not that short"..................

                          I am here to tell you that it is................