Good Morning,
I just sat down with a hot cup of Door County Highlander Grog Coffee and it is time to write.
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A long time ago I was taught a lesson on "Special Occasions" I attended a conference for men in Tennessee and it had several lessons in the weekend. I was still single at the time and I guess God knew that I needed all the help I could get if I were to even have a chance with a family.
We were asked to make a list of special occasions in a relationship between a husband and wife. We all fell short of being able to complete the list. Everyone had the major occasions from Christmas, first kiss, first date, birthdays, anniversary, to first house, the list went on.
Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say rejoice.
What we men missed was really simple. Life is a special occasion every day. A meal made for you and shared with your wife and kids, is a special occasion. A simple compliment and a thank you turns the mundane into special.
For many years I wore a white dress shirt and a tie every day. Every weekend my wife Rene would make sure that 7 white shirts were ironed and hung in the closet. She actually kept 3 more ready just in case the 7 weren't enough. I would thank her for the clean and ironed shirts. When the time came to retire, it was about two weeks into it and I made this statement. " Hey! guess what you haven't done for two weeks?" Her reply was funny. "I know I was going to start walking more. The weather is against me." I laughed and said "No, you haven't ironed any shirts"
Her eyes were big and she grinned and then we celebrated by packing up all but two of the shirts and donated the rest to a thrift shop. The ironing board and iron are pretty much retired as well. Then we went to the local custard stand for some frozen treats.
My point is this. Look for opportunities to celebrate. A good note from a teacher is a reason to celebrate. A hit in a Little League game is a celebration. A new car is a celebration. They don't have to be a big deal, but life is too short not to celebrate.
Food for thought.
Marty
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