Sometimes we compare our lives with that of others and think about how great it would be if..... happened. I often catch myself wondering what my marriage would be life if my husband left me sweet love notes every now and then. Or what life would actually be like if I made more than my low 5 figure income. Or maybe, perhaps, I would be different if we had a house full of kids...
But as I took my shower tonight, and Bonnie Rait's "Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough" came on the radio, memories flooded my mind.
I'm in love, and love makes you appreciate the small things: the simple things.
Love makes me smile and laugh more (smiles and laughter are contagious). Love, simply, makes me happy. Love is secure, honest and trustworthy. Love is the way he looked at you when you walked down the isle (like not another soul in the world exists). Love is when he puts up with you and your drunk giggly friends and when he is willing to grin and bear it through a party where he knows no one. Love is walking down the strip your last night in Vegas and compromising on which stop is the last before you hit the hotel for bed. Love is an open vent for when you have a bad day, and that love may even play devils advocate. Love is realistic; and while letting you dream, will still keep you grounded. Love is braving a freezing cold drizzily night just to see a pro football game - his pro team. Why? Because you want to see him smile! Love is friendly conversation about nothing important at all. Love will tell you when you have spinach in your teeth and dry skin on your face. Love is real. My love, is real.
All these things are so simple, yet taken advantage of by couples everywhere (myself included). The long and short of it is to appreciate what you have: even if it's simple!
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Amen Sister!!! I love when those moments hit to remind you that whatever is stressing you out, really just isn't that important in the large skeem of things.
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