My car-loving wife drove her new Honda CRV off the forecourt today and I couldn’t be happier. She gets so attached to her car and it broke her heart to leave Sid, her 5 year old model, at the garage.
Her car brings her so much pleasure, makes her so happy, that I just have to grin.
But it’s more than that.
When she’s happy, I’m happy. It means that life is going to run smoothly for a while which, for a depressive, is vital. I adore it when she can focus on something that lights up her world. She is the centre of my life so if she is happy, the world is a brighter place.
As we drove the new car up to Brum to take her elderly parents out for lunch this came on. It’s from the wonderful new Silver Seas album, which is a sun-filled joy of a record.
What’s the point of this post?
The fact that my wife’s happiness makes me so happy is a good sign for my mental well being.
A Good Sign.