Dear Readers,
We have a guest blogger today – my husband, Mike. He offered to write a post and I eagerly accepted. Hope you enjoy reading some of his thoughts. Thank you, honey, for contributing to Mimi’s blog.
How Do You Define A Special Day?
Getting married, having a baby, winning the lottery, earning a promotion, getting a raise, moving into a new house; of course, all of these constitute special days in one’s life. But if major events are the only way we define special days, we are limiting ourselves. If all seven events listed above happened in one year, we would only have seven special days. What about the other 358 days? How do we make them special so we can learn to appreciate them? We always hear that we should “live for the moment” but we know how difficult that is to accomplish. We Americans are very busy people. We get so involved and focused on mundane things that we sometimes forget how important it is to live for today. Yesterday I did not forget.
My wife and I live in the south and we deal with humidity almost every day. A good air conditioner is a necessity in our area. If my state had a thousand divorces, you can be sure that 998 were filed when the air conditioner was broken. But I digress. What happened yesterday that made it such a special day? Not a whole lot if one uses the criteria with which I began this post.
We woke up yesterday to a strange phenomenon. There was no humidity in the air. Our air conditioner could have been broken and I don’t think it would have affected our marriage at all. There was a cool breeze hitting our skin, the skies were blue and life was suddenly better than the previous day. My wife informed me that we were going to play tennis. I nodded yes because I knew I really did not have a vote in this decision. We played for about an hour, I told her that she was improving and she looked at me almost like she did 44 years ago when we started dating. Well I guess that might be a slight exaggeration but at least I knew she was happy with the tennis date. We then took showers, had a nice lunch and then the phone rang. It was our daughter-in-law asking if we wanted to join her and our two granddaughters for a couple of hours at the park. Off to the park playing with two granddaughters and the humidity was still very low. Five o’clock was “wine time” on the front deck and this is my definition of a special day.
If we wait for the main events in life to define special, we can lose sight of the truly great things that happen on a daily basis. Live each day really is a good idea and we should try hard not to forget it.
Keep smilin’!
Michael