When we paid the credit card bill that included our January ski trip I realized that if we hadn't gone snow skiing I could have purchased the candle holder from Anthropologie and the chair from Restoration Hardware that I adore and we would have more money in the bank today. I told my husband this. He rolled his eyes. He looked at me and said; "That's all you need honey- more stuff." A few hours later he asked if when I die will all my stuff come to the funeral?
I really do think being married to my husband has made me a better version of myself. He embraces me-in all my gloriousness- which helps wear down my edges; I like it when my husband explains how sharing the joy of a snow ski trip (a family tradition) is worth more than stuff.
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