Yet theres more.We still have fun. Spontaneous@) good times. Yesterday, after slippingthe rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully atme: this led to an all-out~ war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we splitthe list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkoutfirst. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply beingtogether.<br> And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note onthe front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reachedthe walk-in closet~. I opened the door to find Scott holding a "pot ofgold" (my cooking kettle ) and the " treasure" of a gift package.Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under hispillow.<br> There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketballwith the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get awayfrom the .house, the kids and even him to meet my sisters for a fewdays of nonstop talking and laughing.<br> There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries andparental burdens——we also share ideas. Scott came home from aconvention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel.
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