November and December are my favorite months. The whole atmosphere around me changes in these months, which I see as honoring the way I feel. This November we celebrated 17 years of our love anniversary. In December, we have more celebrations waiting – our wedding anniversary and our first born’s birthday.
I hope I am making sense, but when I see people taking others for granted and going above and beyond to hold a grudge and mock their better halves, I find it uncomfortable. I don’t love my husband because he is this perfect person. God knows I am far from perfect. I don’t feel hurt if my husband forgets our anniversary. And thankfully, he, too, didn’t hold a grudge against me on the rare occasions when I forgot our anniversary.
This is life. We make mistakes.
No matter where life leads us, the story of our life is ours. We can either point fingers and bicker or choose to decorate the journey with those nostalgic memories that brought us together.
No amount of gifts can replace how we feel. A person can be happy without big celebrations too.
The month of November puts me in a positive mind frame by default. My heart is filled with gratitude for the little happiness that I find in my daily life.
Today I am grateful for being me and my life.