Last night, when Alex and I got home from beach volleyball and after-vball eats at Betty's (which has totally gone downhill, let me tell you), the TV did not go on.

Compromise lives.

I scrubbed the beach sand from my feet and settled down to do some yoga while Alex tapped away contentedly on his computer.

It was quiet.

I could hear my deep breathing as I twisted in all directions.

I went to bed relaxed.

I thanked him for not turning on the TV. He said he knew I liked it better when it wasn't on. We hugged. Happy ever after.

Sigh.

Small things make a big difference.