LOVE
to say love is only an 'emotion' or 'feeling' is total, 100% bs in my book. after nine years of marriage, love is an action verb. and it's hard work - with sweat and everything because you've just mowed the grass. it's clean underwear. a made-bed in the morning. a clean toilet. it's yummy food when you're sick. it's caring and giving and generosity even in the face of the contrary. it's (dare i say) christ-like behavior when you're undeserving. it's compassion when you have been naughty and horrible beyond repair. it's a kiss and a kind word when you've scraped your metaphorical knee (or your real one for that matter). love is seeing your offspring and saying 'wow. my want for them is to be loving people too' and then setting that example. it's understanding, even under a cloud of stuff sooo easily misunderstood. it's doing the dishes and putting the kids to bed even when you don't feel like it and you're tired yourself. love is patience and kindness. on occasion, it's easily brushed aside as 'being a pushover' or whatever. the reality is: i'm married to someone who really loves me.
oh.
my.
God.
thank you paulie. may 18 was 9 years. i don't know how the hell you have put up with me. thank you. i can only try to love (it's an action verb) you too. here is something i wrote in 2004. i'm speechless.
***addendum. i guess where i was going with this was that for me love is experiential. not a feeling. it actually looks like something.
