My husband is the best. My fortieth birthday is a little over three months away – and last night he asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
I’ve spent a few days chewing on it – and I can’t think of anything. We were thinking about a trip to New Orleans – but have decided to funnel our extra money into new windows and doors at the house. I’m admittedly a little disappointed – but it will happen someday. We went on our big trip to the Netherlands last year, and we’ve got plans to rent a cottage in a neighboring state in the summer. I can’t complain. I’d be just as happy if he told me that the windows and doors were my present.
I think I’m at the point now where I’m just content. I have all the material things that I need. If there’s something I don’t have, I have the money to buy it. There are things that would make my life easier – like working part-time instead of full-time. Or a maid.
The thing I want most is time to make more memories with my family. Spend time out with my kids. A little alone time here and there with my husband.
I’ve taken responsibility for my own happiness. For me, happiness doesn’t depend on gifts or material things.
It depends on me.
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