It really got me thinking about love. Hey, I've been married for 10 years so it's safe to say it's been awhile for me since I had the butterflies in my stomach. I was starting to lament the loss of young love until I started counting the things that long term, committed love has over young love.
My "old love" has:
- predictable coffee dates every Sunday morning
- A kiss and an "I love you" every night before bed
- A kiss and a "have a nice day" every morning before work
- Shared jokes that still make us laugh - remember "husband of the year" hun? :)
- The knowledge that I am the one he comes home to every night without fail
- The safety of being authentically sick, said, angry, hurt, joyful in front of him and knowing that I won't be judged
- A life mate, soul mate, and helper for the rest of my days on earth
Love isn't about the butterflies although it may start that way. The simplicity of love is that it's a choice. One you make each and every day until the day you die to be faithful, to help, to inspire, to support, to cherish, to hold on to, to encourage to that one person. So in reality the the couple "the vow" is based on, specifically the wife, has never know anything but true love. She knows better than anyone else the struggles, the triumphs, and tests of true love.
The journey isn't easy, as I know full well, but it's worth it. It's about a journey that you take together full of valleys and peaks. And it's the simplicity of love in it's truest form that I wouldn't change for the world.
