“Happiness is a journey, not a destination.” – Buddha
I married my best friend 3 years ago. Looking back on our journey together, I realize it's not the big moments that make me happiest. It's all the little things in life that make me appreciate our love.
My husband is the only person who makes grocery shopping on a Monday night fun. Seriously, who knew picking out produce could turn into an adventure? Whether we're navigating crowded aisles or debating over which brand of potato chips to buy, he always finds a way to make me laugh. His sense of humor and lightheartedness remind me every day why I fell in love with him. He always knows how to make me smile and goes out of his way to do everything he can for me. From surprising me with my favorite snacks to leaving sweet notes around the house, his thoughtful gestures never fail to brighten my day. It's in these small acts of love that I find the greatest joy.
Our marriage is so much fun because every night feels like a sleepover with my best friend. We stay up late talking about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between. We cuddle up and binge-watch our favorite shows, and sometimes just enjoy the comforting silence of being together. I especially love our impromptu Mets game at Citi Field, where we overloaded ourselves with drinks and snacks, got soaked in a thunderstorm, and had the most fun game experience ever.
In these moments, I realize that happiness isn't about grand gestures or perfect circumstances. It's about finding someone who makes the ordinary feel extraordinary, who turns everyday moments into cherished memories. And for that, I am endlessly grateful.
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