Love is a verb

Throughout my life I had thought love to be this crazy longing and whirlwind of intense emotions that brought two people together and that feeling would last forever.

Boy….was I wrong! And I am so glad I was!

Love is so much more than a feeling. Luckily, or more accurately, by design, the intense feelings are initially what brings two people together.

What I have come to find is that the more beautiful….and hard….and messy….and amazing part of love is what comes after the feeling…it’s love as a verb.

It’s the times where I cry and my husband just holds me without trying to fix anything. It’s the times where I get the kids together so we can all join my husband in the yard to rake leaves. It’s the times where I come home from a 12 hour work day and the house is clean and smelling amazing. It’s the times where I bring the trash can up the driveway for garbage day. It’s my husband working at a job that he doesn’t necessarily love because it gives me the opportunity to advance in my career. It’s me waking up with the kids on the weekend and letting my husband sleep in.

This. Is. Love.

These things are not huge spectacles. They are not fancy trips or huge events (though we do like a good camping trip;). These things are not expensive gifts. These actions are small gifts, every day. These actions let me know what love is. These actions teach my kids what love looks like.

These actions are daily happenings. And sometimes they (sadly) go unnoticed. And some days, I am better at taking the time to notice them, thank my husband, and thank the universe. Today, I am grateful.

Much love, LJ