When it comes to love, the Bible said it best:
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7New International Version (NIV)
But it would be a bit of a cop out to end things there, I suppose. Especially as I am writing today as part of a blog link up.
Love. I’m pretty loved up right now yet I haven’t felt compelled to heed the V Day siren call of practically every retailer and restaurateur across the land and beyond the seas. I’ll try and describe it the best I can.
It’s a love that brings a warm feeling in your chest and a calmness to your nerves as you look up at a corner of your house and find that the sight immediately brings back memories of your family.
It’s a love that makes your heart swell with pride when you see your child helping others and treating with with warmth, respect and thoughtfulness.
It’s a love of yourself. That you’re enough. That you have enough. Both for yourself and those that matter deeply to you.
It’s a love that sets you free to do what brings you joy. To travel, to write, to work, to dress, to shop, to run, to think, to make and to eat. To live according to your faith and moral compass.
It’s a love that nourishes, comforts, strengthens and improves with time. It accumulates with repeated exposure.
And then there’s that ‘other’ love.
Which might begin with attention being caught quite unexpectedly across a room full of irrelevant other people. Numbers might be eventually exchanged. Which could lead to coffee. And then dinner. Followed by flowers, romantic getaways and and shared special moments. All in a heart racing and breathtakingly quick succession.
Romance. Finding it is a matter of being in the right place at the right time and that suits me just fine.