Everybody deserves to have someone who loves them just for being them

Years ago, I remember having a LONG discussion with my spouse (lovely man he is - when I don't want to kill him....) about love.  Now, I know that love is 'many splendored thing', but it is also the bain of the existance of many....  Not enough love.  Too much love.  The wrong kind of love.  The right kind of love.  Crazy love.  Regretful love.... you name it, there is that kind of love.  (This is my blog, so you don't have to agree with me - get your own blog if you don't...)

So, as I sit here, ruminating on my life and the things I have seen and done in it.  It occurs to me that I still believe in love.  I wouldn't want to be at the beginning of my love with the lovely spouse (it was too painful and hard), but I still believe in love.

I still believe that everyone deserves to be loved, and appreciated, for just being them -- warts and all.  My niece and I had a conversation the other day about love.  She asked me what is REAL love.  Now, I may have some snow on the rooftop, but I am not Solomon.... I don't know what is REAL love.  For me, real love is the guy who wants to snuzzle your neck when you haven't had a bath, who doesn't laugh at your hair when you roll out of bed, who buys pizza when the dinner is a disaster....  (or girl).  Who tells you an opinion, but doesn't make it an arrow at your heart.  Who can let you make your mistakes and not point them out. (Why would you want to make your love feel stupid???) 

For me, love is the argument that ends in laughter.  The willingness to try to understand, when you have no basis for the understanding.  The understanding that in some issues, there is no middle ground and you just have to agree to disagree.  That every opinion has merit, even when you just 'don't get it'. 

For me, love means acceptance, kindness, reaching out and knowing that you will not get your hand slapped for the effort... 

"Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails." (I Cor. 13:4-8)

I couldn't have said it better myself......