There is an age-old question that floats from generation to generation, touching ever heart and mind at one point or another in their existence.
How do you know you are in love? How do you know you really love them?
And not surprisingly, an entire myriad of answers have given birth of this philosophical question. “You just know”, “When you realize you cannot bear to be without each other”, “It was love at first sight”……..
While all these answers have merit and probably true in some form or another, I tend to side with a friend of mine who shared with me her personal experience “I knew I was in love when I realized I was willing to do things I really didn’t like, for him, because I knew it made him happy.” I particularly love it, because after 10 years of being together with my own husband (dating for 8, married for 2), I have found this to be the most true. I see love in sacrifice. Constant bearing, and giving of oneself for the other, even when you don’t like it, because you know it brings the other joy. It isn’t easy. In fact, there are days when we scream in frustration from its wheels of difficulty, but we do it again and again and again, for no other logical reason but because we love the other.
I sometimes think we put unrealistic expectations on the one we love… desiring them to shape up and be what the world tells us the perfect partner should be, and we forget the very reasons that amazed us about them in the first place. So on those days where cranky words are exchanged, when tears are more common than loving embraces, when hurt rises to become that lump in the throat, on those days when you forget why you love him/her, I choose to remember. Remember as best I can.
I remember when my husband chooses to clean the toilet. I remember the days he’d clean out the kitty litter. I’d remember the days he would wash up all those cups and dishes that piled up in the sink during my busyness. I remember the days he’d remember to call me because I was afraid I wouldn’t wake up in time for an early job. I remember the nights he would drive me out on a hunt for fruit because he knows my body needs it. I remember the days he chooses to go out to buy lunch back for me so I don’t work with an empty stomach. I remember the days he overlooks the dirty floors, even though he hates it. I remember…
I don’t profess we have a perfect marriage… in fact, far from it. The number of days we drive each other crazy proves it. But on those days, I choose to remember how much my husband puts himself out and sacrifices of himself to put me first, because he knows it makes me smile :) You see, it’s so easy to love when love is easy. But loving someone, when they test you beyond what you can tolerate, that’s real love.
“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly” – Sam Keen
And just because every post is better with a photo, here is a sneak peek to something which I'll be sharing on this blog space really soon :) Happy Wednesday everyone!