(Eye of the Beholder: A sense of wonder stopped me in my tracks, at sight of these beautiful frost crystals on black ice. But on closer inspection it was a car part busted up in the gutter.)

I’ve always wished for 1. a companion, and 2. life-building occupations shared 3. in home space.

What is that like? Well, it’s two people who can spend an interlude in the same room, where for now their presence feels like enough, and is just right. Neither one has to feel shut down or afraid or left out or hurt. They like times of peace and rest. They can feel safe and at ease with how they feel and think and look.

The two can take care of each other when they are sick or having a hard day. They can listen and pay attention and talk their hearts out. Or, they are so comfortable that they can attend to their own chores. They can do the dishes. Or, they can take out the garbage. Or, they can plan on their schedule or budget for the week. Or, they can wash and iron and mend the laundry or do needlework. Or, they can cook and eat a meal. Or, they can sing. Or, they can play musical instruments. Or, they can read the Bible out loud. Or, they can pray. Or, they can practice a foreign language. Or, they can read and discuss each another’s writing. Or, they can take a nap. Or, they can play with the dog. Or, they can sit at the window looking out at rain and listen to the killdeers flying overhead. Day by day they can do small things to make every day better and more secure in a shared present, and a secure shared future.

My whole life was spent working hard on skills and character and wisdom to be the best companion for a loved one. Whenever heart-breaking things happened, or there were new lessons to learn, I tried to use this opportunity to become a better partner one day. God willing, good companionship is my biggest dream and meaning and ideal of life. I imagine it every morning waking up, and every evening falling asleep. I wish it for other people too.

Especially every holiday, and especially Christmas Eve.