The old dish, it turned out, was a family heirloom. His mom suggested we keep it on the counter as a keepsake. Braden added a framed photo of Grandma Selma beside it. We shared stories, healed old wounds, and even reconciled with Clarissa over pie.
The butter fight became a running joke, a symbol of how small arguments can reveal deeper emotions—and bring couples closer when handled with care. In the end, it wasn’t about butter at all. It was about love, memory, and learning to meet in the middle.
