My two oldest boys love to watch “The Mice.” This really means Cinderella and I’m milking it for all it’s worth because I don’t have anyone to watch princess movies with so far. And I enjoy princess movies every now and then. Tangled is one of my favorite princess movies ever! Now to just get someone to watch musicals with me…
It’s a beautiful song; those Disney songwriters are amazing. But it’s not the truth. That is not love. Love isn’t the beautiful dress with high heels and a uniform dancing in moonlit perfection. Love isn’t a memorable date or abundant money or tropical vacations. Love may include those things but they aren’t love.
Justin and I are celebrating our seventh anniversary today. And if love were moonlight and fancy clothes and ease we wouldn’t be so in love anymore.
Love is beach vacations, late night talks, and breakfast in bed. Love is cookies- just because, someone’s favorite meal, clean clothes in the drawers. Love is going to work day in and day out so there’s money in the bank. Love is the flu and lots of chicken soup and ginger ale.
Love is forgiving. Love is overlooking the offense instead of taking offense. Love is trying again in the morning. Love is going the extra mile when you didn’t want to go the first one. Love is anniversaries, birthdays, holidays. Love is the everyday: dishes and bills and laundry over and over.
Love is a choice, a decision you make every day when you get out of bed. Love is saying “yes” every day not just once. Love is praying for that person and then getting out of the way to let God work.
Love looks different in every story because every story is different. But love is more than pretty. Love is more than easy. Here love is seven years of marriage, three boys, and a metabolic disorder.