D-man and I celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary last week. Well, sort of….if that’s a celebration by anyone’s means. There were no fancy schmancy restaurants, no flower power, and nope, no candle dandle either. Fortunately, there were no short of sparks either. We scooted around under the stars, had pizzas and chocolate cake at a friend’s pizzeria, and had talked over a cuppa till late. Might not be anybody’s idea of a romance novel but to us, it sure was enough.
Looking back, in the 5 years of marriage, that was probably one of the attributes that bonded us so closely all this while. Being contented with having just enough.
We are not wealthy by any means, in fact, we just get by. We don’t do lavish, for “budget” is our best buddy. Home is a modest matchbox apartment and no yuppified hobbies either. We get our kicks (sorry couldn’t resist!) by just kicking bags at the same old gym with the same old good fellows.
If you ask me, that’s not boring either. Perhaps D-man and I both have a high threshold for doing the same stuff over and over again, but one thing’s for sure, we love doing what we love doing. Perhaps that’s how we are happy, for contentment is being unafraid to keep doing what you like to do.
Sometimes, having just enough is really enough.