What is Love?
So what is it? Well, it’s something different for everyone. But as I dedicate this article to my husband Tony, and our 12th wedding anniversary, here is a little of what his love has means to me…
It’s the way you knew you wanted me at 17, the way you patiently and gracefully waited 3 years until I agreed to date you. The way you confidently stayed around and reassured me when I freaked out and wanted to run.
It’s the way you made me feel special when all I saw were my faults, the way you loved the parts of myself I thought to be unloveable.
It’s the way you cared for me through my pregnancies, all of them. The unexpected, the ones we lost, the ones that never should have been, the ones that bought our two beautiful boys into this world. The way you took on night shift with the boys when my health deteriorated further, to let me sleep the little that I could.
It’s the way you sacrificed yourself to keep me alive when we lost Eli-sha. The way you sheltered me from as much of the aftermath that followed, the way you ran to me each moment I could not go on. The way you held me when I shook and screamed from horror, the way you still believed you could piece together what to everyone else was completely broken.
The way you enabled healing, the debts and sacrifices you went to just to afford what drew me out of darkness, my horses, our home, my dancing.
The husband and father that you are. The way we never have to second guess that we are first in your life.
The way you have never held me back, even when it came at great cost and change to you. You let me find myself in every way I needed. You encouraged and supported every decision that propelled me on my journey of healing, of self discovery and of learning self love.
To me the extent of your love is almost too hard to comprehend, because it is so great... and all you ask, is to feel loved back.
My darling, I love you more than words allow. And no matter what journeys lay ahead of us, may we always end up home, in what to me, is love.