It is a good sign, and we’re fine really. Things are always good between us, just weird sometimes. I especially find it weird that we could ever feel so awkward with each other.
The day I wrote this story, that night our son cracked his head open skateboarding. All the awkwardness immediately disappeared and we were a solid team and support for one another. I was freaking out, Joe was checked out and irrationally too calm. We balanced one another out perfectly and sometimes the reminder that we work so well together is all we need to move forward. Oh, and our son got the gaping crack in his head stapled closed.