Of course we argued on the way there. Many couples are afraid to admit that they fight but I am not. I might have given off the impression that Rusty and I are all love and hugs all the time, but that certainly isn’t reality. We argue a little, but what we do more often is bicker.

I think we like to push each others buttons. When leaving our house, at the end of our alleyway, you can go left or right. I like to go left and leave out of the back entrance of our neighborhood and Rusty, of course, likes to go right. We were on our way to go apple picking as our first time as a family. We constantly argue over which way is the faster way to get anywhere – I know my way is – but this time we should  have definitely drove my way because the apple orchard is down a road directly accessed from the back entrance of our neighborhood. He sat at our alleyway exit for just an extra second and I could see it in his eyes, he was thinking, should I go her way or should I assert myself and go my way. He chose his way.

Why does it bother me so much!? I know it shouldn’t. I am going to be the first one to say I was not being a good biblical wife, I was not being a good example of a wife to my kids, I was so not being a respectful wife when I started chewing his head off for never caring about our timeline and being selfish with his decisions and purposely trying to push my buttons. (A little over dramatic, I know.) The car ride was 20 mins long and I think we yelled at each other for 75% of it. Yeah, not our best husband/wife moment, but every moment can’t be the best moment, right?

By the time we got there, we had both cooled off. It was time to stop being petty and start enjoying the first paintball free weekend we have had in a while. It was a beautiful fall day, blue sky, not too cold. Just perfect. The apple orchard was beautiful and even though the end of apple season is quickly approaching, the trees were still busting with beautifully colored, perfect for picking, apples.

The kids loved it and we loved it. We walked around realizing that we know very little about different types of apples, but we did our best to find what we wanted. The kids ate all that they could while we walked around filling our 5 pound bag. If you have never gone apple picking, I highly recommend you pack up your family and go.

Let me not skip over the part where Rusty busted his shoe. That was great. Thankfully, we were almost done when it happened. He first attempted to fix it with two baby wipes tied together (not his most brilliant idea ever) but then he agreed (after I strongly insisted) to try using a string that I found in my purse. The string worked well enough to get us back to the car, but I think the shoes need to be retired. RIP expensive leather boots.

Before we headed home, we stopped by the little farmers market at the orchard and picked up some pumpkins, fresh apple cider, and a pumpkin pie. And of course the second we walked in the door of our home, the kids begged for cider and pie, which I happily served up. We had a really fantastic day.

Why the heck we had to start our day out fighting, I don’t know. I know we shouldn’t, but I also know we communicate our feelings much more freely with each other than some of my other married friends do with their husbands and I love that. I am never ever afraid to tell Rusty anything, or speak my mind and I never worry that he is hiding something from me. Our marriage may not be textbook healthy, but it certainly is a rock solid one and that is all that really matters.

Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.

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