Love is beautiful thing in our lives. There are many kinds of love such as family love, friend love, lovers and so on. All the love makes the world wonderful. Here I want to share something about love.
One of my friends is falling in love. She sincerely claims the sky is blue. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.
"I become young again! she cries excitedly.
As my friend raves on about her new love, Ive taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs
only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a
restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.
When my friend asked me What can make this love last forever? I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction,
communication. Yet theres more. We still have fun. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all
-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy
simply being together.
And surprises are always in our lives. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I
opened the door to find Scott holding a pot of gold (my cooking kettle) and the treasure of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents
under his pillow.
There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids -and even him -to
meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.
There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and gives me with a thick
historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able
to exchange ideas about the book after Id read it.
There is forgiveness. When Im embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug
and said,
There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me its been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what
happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman whod had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the womans husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to
tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself.
What will make the love last forever, most people ask the question. I cannot tell you I details, but the important thing is you should give love first by your heart.
One of my friends is falling in love. She sincerely claims the sky is blue. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.
"I become young again! she cries excitedly.
As my friend raves on about her new love, Ive taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs
only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a
restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.
When my friend asked me What can make this love last forever? I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction,
communication. Yet theres more. We still have fun. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all
-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy
simply being together.
And surprises are always in our lives. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I
opened the door to find Scott holding a pot of gold (my cooking kettle) and the treasure of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents
under his pillow.
There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids -and even him -to
meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.
There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and gives me with a thick
historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able
to exchange ideas about the book after Id read it.
There is forgiveness. When Im embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug
and said,
There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me its been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what
happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman whod had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the womans husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to
tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself.
What will make the love last forever, most people ask the question. I cannot tell you I details, but the important thing is you should give love first by your heart.