OLD LOVE

Not that I’m festive about these shenanigans, but, let’s just say Another February 14th is in the books.   Ahhh, young love…or should I say, young lust?  How many illegitimate babies started as a candy heart flirt?  How many herpes simplex viruses were passed along like a hot Valentine potato?  How many hearts were swooned with a box of chocolates and crushed with the iron hammer of deceit and jealousy?

But then again, who has time to worry about that?  I know I don’t.  If you’re like me, you found your love and that love has been alive and well for a very long time.  In fact, “time” is everything when it comes to love.  Love isn’t one dimensional.  It is a living breathing thing with many layers; love manifests itself in different forms at different times and in different ways.  It starts as a seed and grows to mighty tree spreading its branches, shedding its leaves and standing upright in the face of violent storms.

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”  -Bruce Lee

Love must prove itself.   Love is true when it can face the light and the shadows just the same.  Young love is on a perennial honeymoon, parked on a beach chair, sipping on lemonade and waiting to be served.  Mature love however, can run a marathon in the scorching desert sun on an empty stomach with no water and a sprained ankle…then back again!

I discovered a gem of a paragraph in a delightful book of fiction entitled, “A Man Called Ove” by Fredrik Backman. 

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”

THE CHALLENGE:   Ponder the previous paragraph and apply it to the one you love.  Do they know you love them for all of their little imperfections and shortcomings?  Do they know how special they are to you because you know the “little secrets” that make them your Valentine?  Most important, do they know you love them just the same, whether it’s February 14th, July 14th or September 14th?

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