Look, reconnecting isn’t a soufflé—you can’t mess it up permanently. The goal is progress, not perfection. You’ll have evenings where you try the eye contact challenge and end up arguing about whose turn it is to empty the dishwasher. That’s okay. That’s called being married.
The real secret is this: your spouse is still the same weirdo you fell in love with. They’re just hidden under a pile of to-do lists and sleep deprivation. Dig them out. Laugh at their terrible dinosaur impression. You’ll both be glad you did.
Now go—before the Netflix autoplay starts the next episode of that show you both secretly hate.
