I spent most of my adult life single; so I suppose I’ve had more than my share of Christmas dates.
It was on the Christmas Eve of 2005, 15 years ago, that I kissed this Santa for the very first time. And exactly six months later, I married him. He is one challenging Santa to be sure, as I am one challenging Mrs. Claus.
I didn’t wonder if I loved him or if I should marry him. I just knew. We shared the same concept of love and the same resolve to live it. I even had signs. At the time, those signs seemed like an unnecessary gift.
But the source of all knowing knew the growth required by love, that same love we were resolved to live. And to grow is to stretch our comfort zone … not for a few months or a few years, but for as long as we wish to grow.
I say these words, not with regret, but with appreciation. It is with a grateful heart that I am forever reaching a deeper knowing of love, peace on the path, sweetness in the sorrow, and joy in the learning.
There is no quest, no hero’s journey, that circumvents becoming a hero OF LOVE. And each of us is destined to be the hero in our own story. And … there are no insignificant heroes, only awesome heroes, with worthy challenges.
Take heart in knowing that you are the hero!
Merry Christmas, with all my love.