I haven't got a mushy, romantic husband. It is difficult, because I am a romantic person. But, I know he loves me because...
He cried at our wedding and I told the deacon to wait while I dried his tear with a tissue (causing other people in the chapel to cry too). With my recent jaw surgery he was by my side wiping tears that fell on my swollen cheeks while I slept in ICU. He has sat next to me numerous times while I sobbed about losing Mom just resting his hand on my back because he knew there were no words that would comfort me. He is out of town for the day. So, I am pondering what true love is for me. It isn't the flowers or the candy or jewelry (though the surprise and thought are nice), it is the everyday deep love we show for one another.
My daughters and I will go to church, have a fun valentine breakfast and just hang out today. Love is about that isn't it? Spending time together, hugs and kisses, a sweet smile...
I wanted to share a post from my other blog,
Misc. and Etc. Misc. and Etc. is sort of my sounding board. My spiritual walk is there too. The below post was written right after my Mom passed away.
One friend calls them kisses, one calls them blue flowers (great story to go along with this one). Doesn't matter what you call them they are the little signs from God that He is watching over us.
Earlier this week, my mother's best friend of 33 years called me. She visited my Mom just 3 weeks before she passed. Her name is Susan. Susan told me that my Mom told her she only had 2 wishes before she died. One was to see my father one last time. (They have been divorced for about 5 years.) The other was to see her 3 kids together one last time, which she also added that she was sure she would not see this wish come true.
The day after Susan left, my Daddy arrived (wish #1 come true). He spent about 5 days with my Mom. They talked and were able to resolve a lot. In the end there was only sweet, sweet love between them. While Daddy was there, my brother in law gave my sister 3 dozen red roses for their anniversary. My Dad cut one and took it in a small vase with some water in to my Mom. Two weeks later I was visiting and the rose was still there in perfect condition. My sister's bouquets had long since wilted as well as an arrangement I had sent my Mom earlier in the week. The day my Mom passed, the rose was still in almost pristine condition - a true testiment to love. When the mortuary took my Mom, my sister laid the rose on her chest. A kiss, a blue flower, a blessing from God.
I arrived at my Mom's bedside 5 days before she passed. The day after I arrived wish #2 came true. My brother was at a funeral service in Vegas. Something in the service struck a chord with him and he told his wife he thought he needed to see Mom. They were already half way to Phoenix and without an overnight bag they showed up at my sister's. I told him we had been waiting for our missing link to arrive, but didn't want to pressure him. Words cannot express how wonderful it was to see my Mama's beautiful smile as her 3 grown children stood at the foot of her bed. A kiss, a blue flower, a blessing from God.
In the midst of all the heartache. These blessings are what I cling to. God has been here all along watching over us. I take great comfort in that! :)
And so, if you don't have a husband or significant other that showers you with romance. Remember what true love is. It's not just romantic love, it is the everyday deep love that we all share with one another.
Have a Happy Valentine's Day with
all of your loved ones. Time is precious and sweet.
