There are moments when I look at my husband and I am staggered by the depth of love I feel for him. This overwhelming emotion is startling to me because it often follows a period when I have wanted to hit him with a frying pan. (Just kidding.) You see, our relationship, in spite of our hectic lives following the bustling activities of five kids and  managing a business (during a very trying economy) is pretty even keel. There are no emotional roller coaster highs or lows, just a steady stream of cooperation, sharing and caring. But not always. Sometimes the going gets tough and, well,  he really pisses me off. So much so that I swear I hate him. There I said it. I know I’m always gushing about Paul and how wonderful he so this may all come as a big surprise to you. But no one’s perfect. Not even my hottie, hunky husband. This past week we came to an impasse that I worried we would not get past, but we did, and we came out so much stronger because of it. Fighting never seems like a good thing, but sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out, speak your mind and your peace, and hope that in the end you love each other and trust each other enough to know that you are in a safe place and that you can spill your guts and know that the other person is still going to love you. No matter what.