Sometimes I think I’m kind of lucky.
Do you ever look at Facebook or Instagram or whatever and read about or see true love? How does that make you feel?
I love it because I have it. I celebrate it because it’s wonderful.
I have that love. I’m pretty damn lucky.
My relationship isn’t dysfunctional or forced. Of course, we argue and have growing pains. Bluh, bluh, bluh; I’m not trying to write about that now.
Yesterday, my second oldest brother posted a Facebook status celebrating his one year “love” anniversary. He’s been married to this lovely young lady for six months now (actually, exactly six months tomorrow). He’s been through his fair share of hell in the love department for sure. But he’s found someone he loves passionately and obsessively; he’s found someone who reciprocates that love. That’s all I want for anyone; that’s all I want for the people I love.
I’ve had that kind of love for nearly seven years now, so I know it when I see it. I’m not an expert, have many more years to go, but—I think I have a clue after all we’ve been through. 😉
Some people may say that kind of passion will dwindle with time. That it inevitably has to dwindle because that’s how life is. I’m not so sure about that.
I love it when my mom tells me my dad is her best friend.
I love it when my dad says disturbingly gross things to my mom. Okay, I don’t actually love witnessing these displays of lust affection, but I appreciate knowing they occur—I guess.
But after nearly 40 years of marriage, it has to dwindle, right?
Not for the lucky ones.
And—yes—I do think it’s more than luck. It takes a lot of loyalty and selflessness. To me, these two things are love. Sure, we all have our selfish moments. Sometimes we choose to be selfish and don’t really give a damn because that’s what we need—or just really, really want.
And in my opinion—more power to you if you’re loyal and selfless toward the people you love. I mean, that’s admirable, not a bad thing. Can I get an Amen?
So, even if it’s not luck—you deserve it. You deserve the love you’ve worked for. The love you’ve searched for—because you desire it, you treasure it, you nurture it.
So, unlike all the Facebook pregnancy announcements that sting my heart, I love the ones that show love. That brag on love. Good for you—keep on keepin’ on.
Feel free to remind me how lucky I am.