What’s Love Got to Do with It?

Throughout my life, from time to time, I’ve met men with whom I’ve really clicked. We had a lot in common, could talk about anything, had those magic glances across the room where you just know what the other person is thinking, read the same books, like the same things, etc., etc. These men became great friends in my life. I even fancied myself in love with some of them.

I’ve heard some people talk about love at first sight. I’ve heard of couples that can’t keep their hands off of each other. I hear of people marrying their high school sweethearts. I see couples that seem to have perfect relationships. I can't relate to any of these.

Sometimes I wonder if I feel love deeply enough, or if I have a shell around my emotions. Sometimes I wish that David and I had more in common. I wish I knew more about music or that he liked sports more or that we could talk about books we’ve both read. Sometimes I wonder if our love is as strong as it should be or if it’s as strong as that of other couples.

Then there are other days. There are the days when I see David wrestling on the floor with our kids and I feel like my heart will overflow with love for him. There are the nights where he pulls my feet into his lap and gives them a rub, knowing it’s my favorite thing. There are the times I open the dishwasher and find that he’s put the dishes away or the mornings I go to make the bed and find it’s already been done. There are the flowers he buys me just because. There are the times when I’m mad and giving him the silent treatment and he forces me to talk it out. There is the fact that whenever I need to know where a scripture is found, he knows where to find it. There is the pride I feel when I hear him sing or listen to something he has composed be played. There is the fact that I know he chose me to spend his life with. I could go on.

So I’ve been thinking about it and I guess for me, love is a choice. It’s a choice I made 12 years ago. It’s a choice that I keep making over and over again. It didn’t just happen. It’s not perfect or magical, but I know that it’s right.

Happy Valentine’s Day, David. I love you.