In the last week I've felt it big and small, and I'm grateful for that. My dear husband turned off the NBA yesterday and took a two hour wander through the woods at the river with me. This entailed falling into pretty darn cold water while trying to keep me from falling in (of course I just ended up pulling him in with me), getting scratched up from stray tree branches and thorns, and stifling a laugh as I butt-scooted like the chicken I am across a log that was higher than I thought prudent. The reward was a little time away from the rest of the world, in the warm February sunshine on a 50 degree day, with sunlight streaking through the trees and lighting up both our faces. Having someone to share this wonder with was love, exactly.
I also felt love caring for a sick child, while sick myself, over a very long week which got progressively crabbier. For my kid to know that I love her in all her sweaty, unwashed, sick neediness, as well as her bored to death and sick of dull old me grumpiness, is unconditional love, the only kind worth a damn. It's the kind of love she's given me since the day she was born.
And to come home from work today, to a beautifully laid out table full of........cheese. Now that is love. Somehow I have raised a sweet child who's noticed I really really like cheese and crackers and apples for a snack, and spent some of her hard-earned ipod money on my favorite. Sweet.
I hope the three of them felt plenty of my love this day too. I'm not entirely sure, because it's been awfully squabbly around here tonight. I told you I haven't figured love out yet.
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