Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

My ex mother-in-law, Deb, sent me these words yesterday--life is a journey, is it not? Wise words from a woman who is the epitome of grace. A kind of dignity we should all strive for. I teared up not out of sadness, but out of awe for the beauty of it. Sometimes our journeys seem rather unordinary and constant, and then you have those bumps that push and challenge and shake things up in a way where you wonder when your feet will ever touch solid ground again. My journey this year has been large. From selling my home and moving and remodeling this new home, to my sister's bout with breast cancer, to blending my family. I have an incredible 13 year-old step daughter, and even though not on paper, we are family all the same. And I have the head over heels kind of love that is written about in books. It came on as if it was always so, no beginning or end, no question. Every time I look at Matt I count my lucky stars. I could write about him and what he gives to the world on a mountain and still run out of room. Last night we were driving and I told him how strange it was to be on these streets that I passed as a child, how that young self could have never imagined I'd be a grown woman living here. As if our future is hinted forever in our present. And here we are with this love and these woods and this land with all our dreams for growing, all those hints of what can and will be. My favorite Christmas song holds the phrase "let your heart be light". I can think of no better heart to have with such a journey behind and before us.