Thursday, February 14, 2013
love. . .
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia. ~Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975
I realized today, when thinking about Valentines Day, that at some point in my life I stopped worrying about "being in love".
I love period. And I am lucky to be loved.
Then I thought about my "love" list:
I love this movie and this book and this one and this one, and so many other. I love sunsets over the ocean and sunsets over the bay at "the lake", but also sunsets over out deck. I love the smell babies and the breeze as it come off the ocean and the smell of fresh cut grass and bread out of the over. I love how the world is so quiet when it is blanketed after a fresh snowfall and the sound of the rain as it hit our metal roof at home, and I love these hamburgers. I love the color green and I love my camera. But I also love my iPod and love her music and hers. And I love the feel of anything knitted and sand under my feet.
I love the first sip of my morning latte and a glass of wine with this cheese (or almost any cheese for that matter). I so love Downton Abbey but I also must admit that I love this and this. And I love, love, love these guys beyond words.
So I guess the bottom line is that I will keep flinging the word "love" around. Flinging it to the sky and the water, to my kids and my husband, to my grand-dogs and my friends. I will fling it out to the lady who has the cute red hat on at the store and the new mamma as I gaze at her precious newborn who is sleeping in her arms at the park. I will utilize it freely, uninhibited with gusto and passion.
Happy Valentines Day!
PS: here is the recipe for the cookies. hers are much prettier than mine, but they are really good.