A Pile of Love

What is the first thing you think about when February rolls around?

Roses, mushy Valentines Day cards, red velvet hearts and chocolate.

Mmmmm, chocolate………

Oh, uh sorry. I got sidetracked for a second.

And Love.

What does it mean to truly love someone?

I think in today’s world, love gets a romanticized view.

It is not that I think that love is not romantic, it totally can be.

But it just can’t be moonlight and roses, champagne and chocolates at every turn.

Morning comes.

And with it comes eye buggers, bad breath and the inevitable hair curling gas passing.

In my mind, it is so much more than just the fluttery stomach,

first kiss tingles that make up true love.

How many times have you heard “ I just fell out of love with _____________”

Fell out of love?

That sounds like an accident right there.

“I fell out of bed.”

“I fell out of the truck.”

"I fell out of a plane and I didn’t have a parachute on.”

Which in turn, leaves the falling IN love equally distasteful .

Like falling into a pile of something .

I think we try to make love much more complicated than it needs to be.

My husband and I have a few things that we ALWAYS do.

We say “I love you” every time one of us leaves to go any where, or talk on the phone.

We also, kiss goodnight , goodbye and hello.

We hug.

We take responsibility for our actions.

We say we are sorry. ( Randy has a distinctive way of doing it, but it means the same.)

I have a disclaimer.

We are not perfect.

Perfection exists only in the movies and the occasional greeting card.

I didn’t trip into a pile of love with my man.

I learned to love him.

Randy and I have been together 10 years.

I still look at him in all his glorious imperfection and smile.

He is beautiful.

And I love him.