I know it isn't even February, but I have been thinking a lot about love...
I love LOVE! I do. I am a romantic at heart. My favorite books are those with happy endings full of romance and yes, love. I adore how there are so many different kinds of love. Family love-the worry, loyalty and closeness we feel towards members of our families. Parental love-full of hair pulling, laughing and crying. There is the first blush of love, sweet with butterflies in flight in your stomach. Then there is deeper love, after a first (or fiftieth) argument that comes with heart thumping, maddening anger, frustration and yet...enduring love.
I love how love changes with time, aging and becoming clearer, more defined. I find I love my husband in spite of his quirks and he loves me in spite of my mood swings. I want to be the couple who are in their nineties and still crazy in love-you know the ones-laughing together, holding hands. One day at Wal-mart I saw an older man and his wife and they were pushing their cart together. He had his arm around her waist then ( I had to giggle here) he let his hand fall to pat her bottom! It was fabulous!! They were so in love! How do we do this? How do we make the excitement and blush of love endure? I find I am so tired and irritated to laugh with my husband. I find I am so touched-out by children that a pat on my rear is NOT something to laugh at, but to scold for. I realized I have lost my flirt when I read this post. Uggh! How to get it back? Hmmm...I'd love ideas...as, I'm sure, would my husband.
I'll leave you with a song I love...one that makes me dance around my house and feel butterflies in hopes my husband hears this song and thinks of me... Hey, Soul Sister