Happiness has seemed to be an elusive thing for me ever since an unnerving Saturday morning over two years ago that turned our town upside-down. One day I will likely feel compelled to write about the reasons my neighbor’s crimes affected me so greatly. But for now, this is enough.
I have worked hard to remind myself that there are many things in my life that bring me joy, and that dwelling on those things is far more healthy than dwelling on the things that bring me down. And thanks to my friend, Michelle, I learned about the 100 Happy Days challenge. As I looked over the website, I realized that it could not only better motivate me to recognize the things that make me happy, but it could also be a means to help me to get back in the habit of writing blog posts. Signing up was what I had to do.
My wife, my partner, my best friend. Many times, she’s my conscience. And yes, the angel-on-my-shoulder type of conscience. She is the person I want to see before I drift off to sleep at night, and the one I want to see when I wake. Our bond is the best kind, because it’s one we chose, and we tend to it with passion and conviction. We’ve spent half of our lives together, and I don’t want to think of what my life would be without her. I love this woman more than I will ever be able to express.