Love is my devoted husband telling me I grow more beautiful with every year, wrinkle and stubborn pound. Love is him respecting me for being a woman ripe with dreams and ambition. Love is his sweet kiss goodnight and his inspiring morning embrace. Love is his teaching and treating of my two kids as if they are his own. Love is his caring for my mom and the open invitation he extends for her to live and heal in our consistently busy and bustling home.
Love is the beauty of my teenagers’ rare laughs at one of my corny middle-aged jokes. Love is my beautiful daughter giving me a long hug goodnight even when she doesn't feel like it. Love is my super busy and naturally self-involved high school senior boys asking me about my day.
Love is my wildly fun, incredibly witty younger bachelor brother still making me uproariously laugh like no one else can.
Love is best friends from my childhood with our lemonade stand memories to best friends of my adulthood and our wining and dining escapes. Love is friendships that began anywhere from 1 to 44 years ago being steadfast and true to this day. Love is friends helping me to find laughter and opportunity in even the most challenging moments.
Love is together time, sharing time and comforting time.
Love will be the care my family and I provide to my mom when she begins chemo in a few weeks. It will be the hugs and kisses, the memories shared, and the cool washcloth optimistically placed on her forehead. Love will be fighting the nasty-celled cancer monster together so that we can take her on her long-awaited dream trip to Switzerland. Love will be that first shared glance at the picturesque Swiss Alps.
Love may not have been what I expected in my youth, but instead it has turned out to be so much more. It’s the little moments that capture my heart and my soul. The glances, the touches, the gestures and the just checking-ins. I was wrong back in the day, and I am glad to say it’s so.
If only the little girl in me knew then what this wise and grateful woman knows now: The Shaun’s and Andy’s of the world may come and go, and the litte girl's fairy tale may not even exist, but true love, in its various shapes and forms, is often right under our noses.