I’m pretty sure that I had heard the story of “Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Clause” before last night. But coming home from the candlelight service at our church, Candace read it to me because I couldn’t remember it.
Maybe this post would have been more appropriate on Thanksgiving, but today is when things really hit home. As I woke up, my lovely wife reached over and wrapped her arms around me and wished me a merry Christmas.
And in that moment, life was perfect.
Here we are, going on our 7th year together, with far more trials behind us than either of us care to remember. We have our health, we have food in our refrigerator. Our bills are paid and we even get to have some fun money sometimes.
But above all else, we have each other.
If it weren’t for the childlike belief that “we’ll be OK” when things weren’t OK, we’d never be where we are today.
We believed in Santa Clause.
And we keep believing.
So yes, Brad. There is a Santa Clause. This year he brought you your health, your family and your lovely wife Candace. And those are the greatest gifts that you could have ever received.