I love love. Not in some sissy way or anything like that. I love love because it’s real and sustaining.
It was love at first sight. Really.
Neither one of us admitted it during the following years of our courtship, but I would have married him that first day if he would’ve asked.
He was that good. And that real. And that solid. And that true. That’s how love should be.
We dated for four more years.
But between the lines we were living for each other—fulfilling our commitments, making ourselves better, learning about life—so that we could become a team when the time was right.
I know that some say marriage is outdated; but I still believe in it.
And the worse makes the better even better. Marriage is the icing on the cake of love.
Those who know both me and my husband often mistake our strengths and personalities.
Yet the reality is that he’s the stronger person. He stays the course when I’m tired or moody or afraid. He’s the quiet strength in the background, which is the real substance of our relationship.
Because he’s without guile, his accomplishments in life will rarely be lauded on a public stage. Yet they’re worth gold to me.
He always does that. Always.
I awoke this morning to find him already up, busy on his work assignments.
He then left for an important meeting — the CEOs he met with will never know he fed oatmeal to the baby, unless they see a few crumbs on his suit coat.
And what about providing for a large family? He never complains, even though this many children are rare.
To me, that speaks love.
In this world of ups and downs and loneliness and pain, I wish everyone had the satisfaction of sustaining love.
I believe him, and I feel the same. (Except that I love my husband, and I don’t have grandchildren yet.)
Life is about those we love the most.
The evening before D-Day, Winston Churchill dined privately with his wife — a rare occasion in his demanding world, yet a sign of the strength he drew from her.
The famous love stories go on.
To some, such gestures of love may seem sappy, yet those in a true relationship understand that one plus one can equal three.
Our combined value is worth more than the total of our separate sums.
“Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be,” is deeply understood by those who’ve experienced life — bearing children, working together, enduring disappointment and experiencing joy.
There’s an indescribable comfort as the evening falls and we sit quietly, together, reflecting on the day and sharing thoughts of the morrow — almost without speaking.
I love love. I’m not a sissy. I’m sincere.