Thursday, September 6, 2007

The meaning of compromise

The best thing about our wedding was getting to spend time with our families and living through moments that everyone knew would become treasured family stories to be told at family reunions and dinner parties and…well…blogs…over and over and over again.

Here’s a little conversation that took place between my sister Ina and her boyfriend Mike-from-Texas:

Mike: I would really like to move out of downtown Bremen. I would like us to get a small house, the two of us and my roommate. And get a dog.
Ina: OK. But I would prefer we lived in an apartment in downtown Bremen.
Mike: Well…OK.
Ina: Only, that I would not want to share a place with your roommate.
Mike: Err…OK.
Ina: And, actually, I don’t think we should get a dog.
Mike: But, Ina! That’s not how these things work. We’ve got to compromise!
Ina: Yes, you are right…(pause)…Maybe, we can get a dog.

The little one, she too comes from a family with a long tradition of women who do not know the true meaning of the word compromise.

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