Everyone has their definition of love. Love is sharing a life. It is looking forward to doing the things you love to do together, and having other things you love to do yourself but you can share that experience with your other. I love to write, read, play guitar, to anything horse, going to plays and musicals, running, teaching, learning, farming, cattle and so much more. Does that mean my partner has to love all of that? Of course not, but I can share my experience of those things with him and he can share the things he loves with me.
Love is sharing a life. Being comfortable talking, knowing there is trust and sharing something significant, caring for and going the extra mile for that person. Encouraging them to be their best, knowing they aren’t perfect but loving them for who they are, even when they annoy you. It is looking forward to seeing them, to watching the sun rise or set together, to notice the layer of frost on the trees, working beside them, going out to spend time together, or staying home to watch a movie with popcorn and a RC Cola.
Love is sharing a life. It is companionship, belonging, shared interests, adventure. Love lifts you up instead of trouncing you. It isn’t all hunky-dory all the time. It means saying “I’m sorry” after the storm passes. It means forgiveness and healing. I believe in love, in the richness and fullness of it, in the gift it is from God.