"Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory
of a beginning and all fear of an end."
~Author Unknown
My dear husband is fond of reminding me that Valentine's Day is a 'made up' holiday, and the greeting card industry was behind the whole thing. I know he's right, but it still is nice to have yet another excuse to celebrate love and all the joy's it can bring.
And this week, as he is out of town on business, I remember why I love him so much.
His presence makes my life fuller and more purposeful. Not that we own each other's lives, although I call him 'mine.' It's a bit strange that we Americans start our youngsters out in pre-school with the practice of bringing Valentine Cards for the whole class, all of which proclaim something about being "mine."
That proclamation of possession seems to go contrary to the real meaning of love
You know, that we read about in the Good Book: "Love does not demand its way..." And I can't always have him right here with me nor can he demand the same for me.
Perhaps I've just stumbled upon a real source of trouble in our culture and the way we form loving relationships. We don't take people hostage in love, we join with them, each remaining unique in the blending. Independent in the building, but growing together.
The blending of our lives in love.
Each of us bringing a group of people to the union, and a different viewpoint on life. Has being in love with Chris changed me? Oh my yes. And I think I've changed him (just a little) too. But we remain loyal to our fundamental beliefs and personages. And those little idiosyncrasies are what I miss most when he's not with me. I like that we blend and don't try to break each other.
So I'll endure some absences and allow them to grow my fondness for his presences.
Cheers.
