Valentine’s Day is coming up. I HATE Valentine’s Day. I hate it when I’m single, & I hate it when I’m not. It’s the one day of the year when it’s okay to buy love. Nevermind that spouses & significant others are supposed to love each other EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. Let’s give it a working title and see how much crap people will buy into, so that for ONE DAY people can express their “undying love & gratitude”.
No. We’re supposed to do attempt this every day of our lives — although, granted, we don’t always succeed. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not boycotting Valentine’s Day, and if I were seeing anyone we’d probably go out for this “momentous” occasion. Fighting the crowds & bs to get a drafty table at Carino’s. I bought Gabe & my niece, Abi, a Valentine’s card. So I’m not anti-the idea of Valentine’s Day. It’s the pathetic display of over-done affection & propaganda that I dislike. With that being said, though, I promise that if you & yours are going out to celebrate the holiday, I will not go to your table & make fun of you as you make goo goo eyes at the person that, just yesterday, you said you were annoyed with. Promise. 😉
I guess my point in all that cynicism is this: What does love really mean? To you, that is. If you’re okay with a dozen roses from Kroger’s & a half-eaten box of chocolates, then great. But what if you’re not? What if love goes beyond physical intimacy for you? What if it means friendship? Trust? Love that stands fire & goes beyond the outside of you & into the very core of yourself? What if love says, “No matter what you’ve done, or where you are… I will always love you.”? That’d be great, huh? I’m sad to say that love like that is nearly non-existent. But there is a glimmer, no matter how rare.
Being single, I see that love in my little one. One day, provided I shed my pessimism, I hope to see that in my husband. And Gabe with his (maybe) future wife. After a bad day, the first face I want to see is my Gabe’s. And when I stop by the day care to get him, my heart warms as I see his beaming face running towards me. I see it in two dear friends of mine, Brittany & David. They are young, granted. But their love is timeless; it goes beyond desire, and plunges into a simple love. I see it in my best friend, Catie, and the love that pours out of her eyes for her little daughter, Abi. I can see it in my mother, who has withstood my crap for years. She has a piece of my heart that no one else can fill. I watched it grow for my grandparents as my Poppa’s life was fading. Their love was legendary.
But most of all, I see it in my Maker’s love. I see the love he has for me every time I look at Gabe. I see the love he had for my brother after his accident on Monday; he could have died– he only has a dislocated shoulder. I see His love in every sunrise; seeing it lets me know He’s giving me another chance at life.
Love, to me, goes beyond gigantic stuffed animals & cheesy cards. Love isn’t about being perfect…. love is giving all you can give selflessly. Love is accepting imperfections & looking inward to see a whole new light. Love is simple… it’s not hard. This year, don’t make it about bells & whistles. Make it simple… make it last.
What’s love to you? I wanna know.
Thanks for the link, Zohr. 🙂