Magic

Mo Ghrá, Mo Chuisle…

Would it surprise you to learn that I have some small belief in magic? I know I tend to hide it away behind a veneer of logic and reasoning, but it's there, always — an ever present voice, skeptical of that outer layer of skepticism.

I believe there's been magic to our journey together, love. Guiding us, giving us hope and grace, binding us with ribbons cut from the very fabric of the universe…

Still and all, though… not all of that skepticism is a front. So while my heart will jump with glee right out into that deep water, never stopping to think twice… sometimes this old fool brain of mine insists on pausing… even if just long enough to look for rocks.

Sometimes I hate it. It's the over-thinker in me. I want to just follow my heart everywhere it goes… and do, so much of the time.

Of course, I know you're an over-thinker too, and the greatest gift you can give an over-thinker is reassurance. So, a small Christmas gift to you:

While my head might stumble here and there, quibbling over the details of which path to take and how… the destination my heart leads me to is always you. And always will be.

Love you, my beautiful friend. Let's keep bringing magic into this world, shall we?

Whimsically yours,
Me