One day, several years into our marriage, my husband exclaimed in exasperation, “I never knew you were so stubborn!”
What? Half Finnish and half Irish (with a touch of English that my dad was reluctant to acknowledge – because that part of the family was “stuffy”) and the thought that I might be a wee bit stubborn had never crossed his mind? Of course I’d long since realized that his German, Irish, whatever-else-ish self was terribly stubborn.
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