Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth
It’s late again. I’m fairly sure that isn’t much of a surprise to anyone who might read this blog. I’m not what you’d call a “morning person,” although I suppose that depends on your definition. It’s morning now, right? Yesterday was Christmas, for those of you who hablar Espanol, which means “more Christ.” I think that’s beautiful. We celebrate this day by giving and receiving presents and putting electrical gadgetry on nature’s least fireproof organism, the tree. Also, we drink eggnog and sing songs about a fat man in red and white who orders around a bunch of flying deer and little people. They don’t like to be called elves, it’s not PC. The more festive folk also like to string up electrical gadgetry on the outside of their houses. It’s a strange culture we live in, but I digress. The reason I started this post was to tell you why I’m lucky. I must first apologize to my father, for if he ever reads this blog he will surely scold me for my use of the word “luck.” My dad would say I’m not lucky. That chance has nothing to do with where I am now but that God in his grace and mercy and benevolence has decided to bless me. He’s probably right. He’s smarter than I am, although he would try to tell you otherwise. Just because I’m the only one in the house who knows how to work the electronic gadgetry we depend on doesn’t mean I’m the one with the brains. Again, I digress. Why am I so lucky? I’ll tell you.
Three days ago was the eight monthiversary of my beautiful girlfriend Ashley and me. I think me is right. It might be I. Don’t shoot me grammarians. Ashley spent Christmas Eve evening (redundant much?) and Christmas morning with my family and I. She met much of the extended family on both my paternal and maternal sides. They all love her and she loves all of them and I must tell you how amazing it felt to watch the person I give the most of my love to bonding and getting along with the people who’ve known me the longest. Christmas evening (last night) Ashley and I went to her mother’s house to have Christmas with her family and it was pretty great. I feel like I’ve assimilated into her family just as well as she fits in with mine. I’m so glad.
I wasn’t particularly worried about this, mind you. In fact, I hadn’t even considered the thought but to see the interactions unfold, to see the happiness on all faces involved. It was, what’s the word? Satisfying.
I have much to say, but not enough energy to say it tonight so until we meet again…