anti-anger technique

I'm going to share an anti-anger technique with you.

I use it on my husband.
But you can probably use it for lots of people, if you find it helpful.
{you might not. that's ok too. this is a strange one, I'll admit.}

Whenever I'm upset with Marty,
{who, by the way, gave me permission to write this post, poor guy}

I look at this picture, tacked on the wall.

Little, second grade Marty.
Backpack bigger than his torso.
Bowl cut hair.
Tube socks.
Adorableness.

And then, I say to myself,

Regardless of whether it's his fault or not,
that poor little boy had absolutely no clue
that someday he would
grow up
and marry
someone who would freak out about
___________________________
{insert conflict-in-question here}
Cut the poor guy some slack.

Little Marty has saved big Marty {and big Marty's wife}
from many arguments,
simply because
it's hard to yell at someone
when you're seeing them as their little self
bowl cut,
tube socks,
and all.