And yet, I’m still incredibly happy
Yes, we have more arguments lately and sometimes I find him annoying and maybe even get bored while listening to him, but I read that this is normal
The truth is, he treats me pretty fucking fantastic
I mean, I treat him very well (he’s more than taken care of), but he acts like I’m the last woman on earth
An example: While holding my hand and cuddling on the sofa, he kissed my face with soft kisses and said, “I can’t imagine life without you. I wouldn’t want to live without you.”
That was just tonight.
I could make a novel of the things he’s said or done that are unbelievably romantic, but I’ve lost track
So… yeah…I’m treated like a goddess
Even so, losing perspective is easy when you are caught up in the daily grind
I can be a spoiled brat
And in my brattiness, I can sometimes forget what I have (hence, why I have to practice active gratitude daily)
We live in a world where we constantly compare ourselves to others and have this ever insatiable void that we try to fill up with status, things, experiences, people, and money
Then today, while looking around at TJ Maxx, I came upon this:
Mr. Artist does all of these things
Every.Single.One.
I realized just how blessed I am
In his imperfection, he’s as perfect as it gets
Sometimes one just needs a good dose of perspective in the middle of the home decor aisle at TJ Maxx
