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.

And then, I was widowed without warning.

My husband was here one minute, then gone the next. Impossible. Unfair. Traumatic.

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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).

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Debbie Wilkins Baisden

Debbie is a mom to 4 boys (Paul, Brad, Andrew, and Joshua, or “PBAndJ” for short). Unexpectedly widowed in 2012, Debbie’s world was turned upside down. Clinging to God, her stay-at-home mom days in suburbia now demanded a paying job. Instead of returning to the classroom, she decided that Chapter 2 of life meant pursuing her passion of all things fitness and nutrition. She enjoys helping women look and feel their best. Debbie remarried in 2014 and lives in North Carolina.

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