My husband thinks I say, "I'm sorry," too often. After a mostly good weekend that devolved into us grousing with each other and me uncharacteristically not willing to apologize, I'm happy this morning to be married to this man who apologized when I couldn't. This was taken at a wedding we attended a few weeks ago, and it's funny, my expression then kind of sums up how I feel this morning: happy for the ability to regret things, learn from them, and move on.
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