One thing I’ve learned from this relationship is to anticipate all her needs. Anticipate her mood. And come through with the save.

The goal is to prevent the bad day from happening.

She ain’t get enough rest last night, so I took Morri for a little longer this morning, picked up some fresh croissants that she’s been wanting, made her french press coffee, made sure she had water and time to just breathe before the day started.

She woke up frowning. Now she’s happy and rejuvenated and grateful.

I know her better than I know myself and I honestly try my hardest to remind her that we are a team. It’s the little shit.