The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
~Jim Croce
Websters Dictionary describes love (in part) the following way:
1 a (1): strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties (maternal love for a child) (2): attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers (3): affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests (love for his old schoolmates) b: an assurance of love (give her my love)
That's only part of the definition. If you think about it, love covers so many different things. The love for your spouse, your children, your family, your friends. The love of your favorite food, or perhaps a movie or and actor/actress.
For me, love is an all encompassing emotion. The love I have for my husband is completely different than the love I have for my children. For that matter, I love my children just the same, but I love each of them differently.
The song that is quoted above was "our song" at our wedding. It was and is, perfect for us. On May 21st, we reached our 20th anniversary. It seems as though we just met, yet at the same time, it is like we have been together forever. I can't imagine life without my husband in it. Yes, of course we have had our "difficult times" just like any marriage. But that we survived the times we thought would have the power to destroy us is a testimony to our commitment. We are stronger for it.
Now I turn the keyboard over to my readers. What does love mean to you?
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
May 21, 1988
Happy Love Thursday everyone!
When I was a little girl, my mother used to always tell me I was her favorite. Favorite daughter that is (I have two older brothers). It always made me feel special. She did it for the boys as well. "You are my favorite oldest son, you are my favorite youngest son." It was something that she did that made me feel really special, which I'm sure was the idea. I have carried that tradition on to my children.
It is my habit to call home when I have left work to let them know I'm on my way. This gives them time to throw away the empty beer bottles and air the place out. Today, I called home and Meelie answered the phone.
Me: Hi honey, how are you?
Her: Good (standard response unless she's mad at her sister which is about 90% of the time).
Me: How was your day?
Her: I'm bored (again, standard answer).
Me: I'm on my way home.
Her: Good. Will you play with me when I get home?
Me: You bet! What do you want to do?
Her: I don't know.
Me: Well, we'll think of something ok?
Her: Ok!
Me: I love you baby girl.
Her: I love you too.
Me: You are my favorite youngest daughter, you know that don't you?
Her: Yeah
Me: Good
Her: I'll talk to you later ok?
Me: Ok, bye!
Her: Bye Mommy
About 3 minutes later.......my cell phone rings again.
Me: Hello
Her: Hey, I am your only youngest daughter!
Me: That you are sweetie, that you are.
Happy Love Thursday everyone. May you have your own favorites.
Meelie and a small portion of the Webkinz collection
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It was somewhere around 3:00 in the morning. I was dreaming about a scraggly cat who had wandered into my garage. For whatever reason, I was folding laundry and he kept insisting that my laundry basket was his new favorite bed. In this dream, I had a baby and had to wash clothes, and had to do it RIGHT.THIS.SECOND, for reasons that were not made clear to me during my slumber. Right about that time, I felt a pat on my back and looked down to see you trying to get my attention. You were hungry, and you wanted food NOW. And I had to make it because Lord only knows, Dad does not know how to heat up a can of Chef Boyardee. Go figure. I couldn't leave the laundry because the cat had just deposited four pounds of hair on all of the clean baby clothes and I needed to wash them again, right this minute. You were whining and the cat wouldn't budge, and I was pulling out my hair because I had to get to work.
[sidenote: I do not own a cat. I do not have a new baby, nor am I pregnant. I definitely do not do laundry or feed my child Chef Boyardee at 3:00 in the morning. Yes, my dreams are weird and I have no desire to analyze them, but if you do, please feel free to leave your thoughts here. Oh, and one more thing. While I do go to work at o-dark thirty, I do not go in THAT early. /sidenote]
Somewhere in there I woke up realizing that I was flat on my stomache, in my own bed, and that you were not wanting Chef Boyardee, but you were crying.
Apparently, you had a bad dream, and by the look on your face, it was a doozie. I rolled over on my back and you climbed into bed with me, laying your head on my shoulder and draping your leg across me. With one thumb in your mouth, you used your other hand to gently rub circles around my stomach. This is something that you have done since you were young. When you were a baby (on the day you were born!) you would suck your thumb, and rub your ear or anyone else's for that matter. You still do that today. You have this strong need to touch or to rub and your father and I believe this offers you some form of reassurance and gives you a sense of safety.
We whispered softly to each other, careful not to wake up your dad , and you asked me to tell you a another story about your childhood. I found myself smiling as the memories passed through my head. There are so many I find it hard to choose just one. As I stroked your hair I told you about the day you were born, and how, at two, you learned how to scoot the kitchen chair over to the counter, so that you could climb up on it, and then on the counter, and reach the cookies that I had placed on top of the refridgerator.
Soon, your breathing evened and you were deep in slumber, arm and leg still laying over me, body snuggled close. I continued to lay there, staring into the night and smiling. Enjoying my memories.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!
