This week was monumental. After 15 years, I finally finished a bottle of Victoria’s Secret perfume. I just wish I would have emptied it sooner.
It was one of those special occasion luxuries because it was not cheap. For years, I had saved this decadent perfume for date nights and holidays. It was too fancy for everyday use.
My husband was here one minute, then gone the next. Impossible. Unfair. Traumatic.
But we were going to die in our sleep at 90! We were supposed to retire on that sailboat! Decades were taken from us!
Suddenly, I viewed life through a different lens.
Suddenly, every freaking day became a special occasion.
Every day that I both inhale and exhale is a cherished gift from God to me.
And I refuse to miss out.
I will not postpone enjoying the big things or the little ones because my life is but a vapor.
I began spritzing myself with several pumps of luxurious perfumes every day. I started wearing my fancy underwear each day of the week (even the white lacy ones). I put on those long dangly earrings, the ones formerly reserved for nice restaurants, before heading to the grocery store.
I will celebrate the common and memorialize the mundane. I will make sure the ordinary is honored and the average enjoyed.
I will make each day count.
“This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24).