But not me.
You see, I have already received the greatest gift, and it doesn't look anything like a heart-shaped box full of chocolates.
Let me tell you what love is to me.
- Love is running to the store for the 3rd time in one day to pick up the one ingredient I need for supper.
- Love is holding me while I cry while "Amazing Grace" was sung at the first church service we have been to since we buried our son. (That song was also sung at his funeral)
- Love is cooking dinner when I am just too exhausted.
- Love is picking me up a Starbucks coffee, even when it takes him miles out of his way.
- Love is taking our girls to counseling and encouraging me to go as well, but still being patient with me until I was ready to talk.
- Love is vacuuming the dog hair off the floor (with which we could probably make another dog!)
- Love is giving in to my request for a puppy, even when he doesn't really want to go through the puppy training part again.
- Love is encouraging our girls to pursue their passions.
- Love is mourning and grieving with me when the pain of our loss is just too much to bear.
- Love is taking us out to eat and spending waaaaay more than planned just to make his girls happy.
- Love is listening to music he doesn't particularly like, but the girls love.
- Love is knowing that I am having a hard time with the loss of our son without me having to say a word.
Blessings,
Meri
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