It is December.
I have written this before, how December used to be my favorite month but for the past few years it has been a luckless, tragic, heart-wrenching closing of every year.
My late brother-in-law passed away on the 10th of December 2013. As if the years before were not bad enough, it just went straight downhill from there.
This year, it is the month I will turn 40. 2 days after Christmas.
I want to write something about last night, but I fear of the happiness being shortlived. But as the wise (in my case, Baz Luhrmann) often say, "Do one thing every day that scares you". So I will write about it.
It was late. We were lying in bed watching TV and then The Last Stand came on. You know, one of those brainless Arnie movies. At times it was hilarious, other times downright silly but what we did was we laughed together.
At that moment I was happy, that hour and a half of entertainment and us ridiculously laughing and him trying to gauge my sleepiness (it was way past my weekday bedtime).
It was as if the affair never happened. It was as if the marriage belonged to only the two of us.
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