"Babe, how come you're never mad at me?" (as I slide back into bed and wake my not morning person husband at 5:30 am...)

"Because I'm never mad at you."


"Ok. Not *mad*, but sometimes it's something, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe sometimes you frustrate me."

"Ok. How come you never show that you're frustrated with me?"

"Well, because... what good would that do? And also, I love you."

"You love me better than I love you, Babe."

"It's not like that, Babe."

"No. It really is. I know it's not a competition. I love you well, but you love me better. And that's ok. I'm learning."

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