It's what you make it. Sometimes in
the making it, there is some work required. In the busy day to day
it can be easy to stop, or pause, in the process of working on it.
For me, it has been illness sweeping
it's way in and out, and around, and up and down the hallways of our
house. But recognizing, that in the ministering to my children and
husband, the love is still there.
So the other day, I said to my other,
“kiss me like you mean it.” He looked at me quizzically.
“Really, kiss me like you mean it!” I need to know right now
that you can still make my toes curl. Yep, you can. Three seconds
into a great kiss, short one comes walking into the foyer, where we
were completely distracted by each other, and yells, “EEEEEWWWWWW!”
Thanks for that. We pick her up, laughing, and make an Ava
sandwich. Feeling the love.
There is an expression, idea, that
circulated some time ago. The 10 second kiss. Maybe you've heard of
it, maybe not. The idea being that you need to kiss your significant
other for at least 10 uninterrupted seconds every day. Good idea
right? I like it and it certainly makes us reconnect with each other
every day. And that can't be a bad thing. So my new, and probably
unattainable, goal (but a girl can try) will be to have my toes
curled at least once a day until, by death, we are parted. Not
maudlin, it was part of my wedding vows. And with it being
Valentine's Day it makes me think about the vows I made. Love,
honour, cherish. They are not big words, in fact, they're fairly
simple words. And yet, there is a whole lot of complexity to them,
depending on where and how they are applied.
All in all, I am blessed. I am loved,
cherished, honoured. I may not get jewelry, or flowers, or
chocolates, but I have his heart and he has mine and our kids and
wonderful families keep them overflowing.
Feeling the love . . .
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