I turned the water all the way to hot. I have always loved my showers really hot.  I pulled the elastic from my hair and stepped into the shower. 

“Don’t wash your hair” she yelled from the doorway.

“What?” I yelled back and pulled the curtain open.

“Don’t wash your hair” she said to me with a smile. 

“Why?” I asked back. 

“You have a cold” she said. 

“Yeah” I smiled back.

“You can’t wash your hair because you will get more sick” she said back. 

I started to argue. Then I smiled at her and said “ok”. 

You see, I didn’t have to understand her logic. I knew that I loved her and I knew that deep in her core she believed that if I washed my hair that I would get more sick. It wasn’t about me having the same belief. It was about me respecting her and her beliefs. We didn’t need to share the same truth. We simply needed to respect each other. 

So, my hair was dirty and her heart was happy.