Friday, September 17, 2010

What is love?

Love. I love you. Love you lots.Love you forever. Love you like a sis. Love your hair. I love this drink. I love the ocean. I don't care if we fight all the time, I love him. I love you mom. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love stinks. Love goggles. Love you. Love. Love. Love. Love.
What is love?

Real love. True love. It is not a feeling, though sometimes it feels like passion, excitement, and adrenaline. Like there is a little child inside of you and its Christmas morning and they are anxiously banging on your ribcage like its the door to mom and dads room as they scream "Come on! Come on! I've waited FOREVER for this!"
Love is powerful- causing old men to blush at the embrace of his wife of 60 years. It empowers the drinker to walk in sobriety and the smoker to throw away the pack. Love convinces women to lay down their desire to be thin as they experience the wonder and magnificence of carrying a child for 9 months. Love covers over a multitude of sins. 

He's late sometimes and he forgets things more often than not, but I love him. I love him.
I adore her. 
I can't imagine my life without them.
She is thoughtful. He protects me. 
She is kind and encouraging. He is humble. She never gives up on me.
He is faithful. They love me.

If I break a rule, or a bone, or a heart- they never leave my side.
Love does not suggest an absence of disagreements. Love recognizes the fallen state of all involved and relentlessly seeks to bless and to give and to serve.
Love is to pursue, even when fatigue, or PMS, or hurt feelings say not to. Love is considering others as better than myself. Love is considering myself an adored and precious daughter of the Most High God. Love is speaking the truth even if feelings are bruised in the process. But love is not proud, or rude, or self-seeking. 

Love is 2 bouquets of pink flowers on your 22nd birthday. Love is not giving me another cup of coffee when I have already had one. Love is driving me to volleyball practice when I was too young to drive myself. And its still driving to watch my dance performance, even after I rudely left without offering to give you a ride. Love is taking a bus to Colorado from Montana for my 16th birthday, and flying from Korea to Michigan to walk me down the aisle. Love is tattooing my initials on your hand. Love is taking me in every time I was out. And it is making the point to still be a parent even when I don't act like a daughter.

Love is giving your life to save my soul. Its taking the lonely and putting them in families.
Love protects, leads, guides, casts out fear, accepts, values, cherishes, provides for, helps, cheers on, always hopes, always trusts and always perseveres.
Love never fails.

2 comments:

Bonnie Ruggles said...

this is awesome! :D great job, Jess!

Amanda said...

Wow, I loved this :) Thanks for writing it!