I sit, trying to focus on two minutes of silence, stillness and centering, serenaded by the ticking of the clock--and a Christmas carol!
The strains of Silent Night, Holy Night are wafting from Paul's office. I am afraid that he is well immersed in Christmas spirit already.
"Well, it could be worse," I think to myself, "It could be a more jocular Christmas song, such as Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer or Holly Jolly Christmas. Paul is just as partial to those songs. At least Silent Night is...peaceful.
There will be no holding him back now; after 40 years, I know this and choose to go with his festive flow.
As all becomes quiet again, I ponder the fact that God seems to pair up such opposites: jolly Christmas celebrants like Paul, with quiet, reflective sorts like me; tidy with messy; hoarders with throwers out; cautious with impulsive; driven with relaxed; sleepy heads with early birds--and sticklers for punctuality, with those whose inner clock runs consistently 5 minutes behind the rest.
All of this adds a certain spice to life and marriage; some might call it tension. :) You would think that with the constant mixing of gene pools, we would all have evened out to just about perfect, but that hasn't happened yet.
This is good, because the tug and pull of our differences is also the attraction.
When it's not driving us crazy!