Whenever I came back home, being exhausted, my wife must have felt sorry for me because she said, “Welcome home! Tired, right?” or “Oh, you’re home. I missed you.” She always welcomed me with a bright look. But I used to say bluntly, “Yes.” That was all. Despite that, she always smiled at me undauntedly, trying to plant a positive mind in me. One evening after two months, when I came in through the front door with a smile, saying, “I’m home.” At this, my wife said that she was very happy and felt rewarded for not giving up on making a happy home.
At first, my wife and I had hard times because of different ways of thinking and speaking. Because I spoke rough around the edges, my wife used to get hurt. So she bought a book helpful in improving our conversation. But while reading the book, she found out that she was rather wrong in many aspects. And so she ended up thinking, ‘Unless I change, I cannot expect him to change.’
My wife is still studying and practicing to make our home happier. Although my wife alone has put into practice to set a good example so far, now all my family members are trying to conduct the Mission of the Month in the Happy Home. As a saying goes, “Many a little makes a mickle,” thanks to my wife’s efforts, I’ve changed in many ways; I give thanks even for a trivial thing and send her text messages with love. I’ve realized that if I don’t express my positive feelings just because I feel awkward and shy, there can’t be much laughter at home. From now on, I will practice hard showing my gratitude and deliver love to my family and people around me as a family in faith.