I’ve made a lot of choices in my life, and I’ve agonized over most of them. For example, my grade 12 class selection. It was my last year of high school after all, and I was preparing for university. So, of course, it really mattered. In retrospect, I simply lacked perspective. In many ways I still do, but that’s just part of my whole package, and I can work with it.
What is funny, though, is an offhand choice that I made nearly 13 years ago. I was not-quite-15, and it was springtime. My head was filled with fluffy notions of roses left in lockers, and high school dances. My friends and I ate, drank, and slept fantasies of teenage romance. So, when Jon asked me to be his girlfriend, I agreed. I thought nothing of it. He seemed like my best prospect, and I wanted a boyfriend, what’s to think about?
Today I know that this was the best choice I have ever made. It’s so ironic, and so fateful, and so 15-years-old. That this boy, who passed me notes, and gave me my first kiss, should be my husband. That he would hold my hand through friendships, and major life changes. That he would tease me mercilessly, and make me cry, and teach me that life isn’t so serious as all that. At least, not often.
Of course, nothing in this life is perfect, but that’s sort of the point. Appreciating all that you have, all of the gifts you’ve been given, when the other person makes a mess and leaves it for you to clean up. Together, Jon and I can appreciate life, and its choices, and the consequences. Good, bad, and mostly wonderful.