Over this weekend I woke up to my husband bringing me lemon juice. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary but he leans over to whisper in my ear:
Good morning beautiful!
I listen in silence, while I acknowledge that beautiful moment and want to express it back in ways we both understand. You know, our own love language so to speak. And so the exchange continues as follows:
Me: Happy birthday.
Hubby: Happy anniversary.
Me: Happy Easter.
Hubby: Happy Christmas.
Me: Hakuna Matata!
Wow what a start to the day. Yes I know you’re probably thinking we’ve lost the plot, but just imagine if every day was Christmas or Easter or your birthday. Imagine if we could experience every day in so many special ways. I reckon our worlds would be so different to what we know today. I mean sometimes you just feel different.
I guess there’s just something in those celebrations that we forget all too quickly. And no, it’s not just another day. All of them are a celebration of life. So let’s celebrate…every day.
Hakuna Matata style:
Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries, for the rest of your days
It’s a problem free, philosophy