Yes, it’s that time of year again. Valentines Day is just around the corner. Little kids at school are preparing their paper valentines. Young women are hoping (or praying) that this is the year they get that sparkly ring on their finger. And guys everywhere are still talking about the Super Bowl.
Love is so many different things to people that I don’t feel that it can be shoved into one Hallmark holiday day each year. Love is different for everyone because it is personal and cultural and familiar and personal. Yes, I said personal twice.
Love is crazy and calm
Love is hard and soft
Love is scary and comforting
Love is warm and cold
Love is physical and emotional
Love is color and love is black and white
This is my love. These pictures were taken seven years ago but the feelings they evoke in me are so strong that every time I look at them my heart gets all mushy and I need to hold my breath.
My daughter was about eleven months old so my son must have been almost twelve. Babies, both of them. My husband and I had been married for seven years. Four of which we had spent living 3000 miles apart.
So much has happened since then. I’ve learnt and grown with these three humans right beside me. It’s been ugly and it’s been beautiful. Often on the same day.
Love is family
Love is memories
Love is growing together
Love is learning from each other.
Love is never having to say you’re sorry but saying it anyway.
The pictures say so much. My sweet sensitive son. My crazy adventurous daughter. My thoughtful handsome husband.
The Best Thing in Life is Love. Mushy, hold your breath love.