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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