I have had a few people tell me it's okay to date now. As though I were waiting for consent after a certain amount of 'widow days'. But, I'm just letting life happen and enjoying being alive.
When you watch someone suffer as much as Steven did before he passed away, you get a new appreciation for waking up each day. Yes, the winter has been bad, and I've had my share of colds, but I'm so thankful for life.
I had a friend tell me that God knows my everyday from birth to death. Any anxiety I have about who I meet and who I share my future with or if I remain alone are dispelled. It's a relief really, to know I'm not in charge. I've made some bad choices when I tried living outside the shadow of God. It's a great way to get burnt.