Over a Half-filled Cup of Coffee

After a few weeks I passed my vacation leave for the ‘grand vacation’ with the boyfriend, He finally booked his flight. The plan is for him to arrive in Manila on a Friday night so he could have his rest then we’ll start the ‘real vacation’ on a Saturday and leave on a Sunday so I can go back to work Monday. Apparently he did not listened to me and booked another airline which doesnt have the flights that we originally scheduled. So now he’ll arrive in Manila on a Saturday afternoon and leave on a Monday morning. That means one, we won’t be able to spend the whole day of the Saturday he’ll be arriving  and two, the driver of the car we’ll rent or my dad will go with him at the airport when he leaves, cause I have to be at work.

 

After a few minutes of arguing with him for not doing things my way. I paused and this truth, like a slapped on my face, came over me. ‘Gratitude’.

 

Just like how much I hate it when I coordinate an event and people didn’t thank me after.  Just like I hate it when people, myself included, magnifies a not-so important detail during an event and forgot all the nice and beautiful things.

 

Why is it so easy to look for things we could complain and whine about and neglect the beauty and things we should be thankful for instead.

 

So then I pause, took a deep breath and finally said, “Its okay. There are a lot of things we should be grateful for you know.  God gave you to me, and He sustained us even when we’re apart and He provided and grant us this time so we could spend it together. I think those details (airline, flight schedules etc.) are not so important now as you comming home to me.”