April 22

I'd somehow forgotten this with the passage of time, but Heidi and I had a pretty massive blow-up nine years ago that resulted in us not speaking for two years. 

Tonight, we sat at the table in my backyard (with the fire pit going, of course, because it was chilly out), split a bottle of prosecco, and talked for almost four hours about all kinds of things, ranging from the trivial to the truly meaningful. And I had a really wonderful time.

So as I head off to sleep, I'm grateful for our time together and I'm grateful for grace. And more than anything, I'm grateful for the reminder that broken relationships can indeed be healed over time.