Twue Wuv

This has been making it's rounds on Facebook.  Have you read it?  It's worth the read.

And this is a love life – to live life each small, sometimes unbearably tedious moment – together.

To trip over old jokes and misunderstandings. To catch our runaway tongues and tempers and gift them into the hands of the person who was gifted to us.

He lets me warm my ice cold feet between his legs and the covers at night.

He has never run through an airport for me.

This is love with the lights on and eyes wide open. This is the brave love, the scared love, the sacred boring, the holy ordinary over sinks of dirty dishes and that one cupboard in the kitchen with the broken hinge.

- See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2013/07/when-you-think-your-love-story-is-boring/

 Something happened about 2 years ago.  I don't know what.  There was no catastrophic event.  It wasn't the birth of a child, the loss of a child, death in the family, or anything like that.  It was simple.  I didn't even realize it happened at the time.

I understood love.

Now, not really.  I will never understand the "whys" and the "hows."  But I knew.  "Love is patient, love is kind..."  I knew.  I mean, I know in my head what it means, but I knew.  My soul knew.

How?  Because I am loved by my husband.  My husband loves me with a love that sometimes takes my breath away and always boggles my mind.  I cannot understand how this handsome, patient, kind, and a million-other-things man looks at me every morning, looks at my shortcomings, my faults and chooses to sacrifice himself in a thousand different ways for me, for us, every day.

That is love.

I could say a lot more about it, but I think Lisa Jo's article really paints a perfect picture.

Sometime, in the last two years, I felt an overwhelming sense of freedom in being loved unconditionally.  Because he certainly didn't have to.  And there are a lot, a lot of times that I am unlovable.  Yet, daily he chooses me.

I am blessed.  Thank you, dear Father, for this amazing gift.