When you peel away fatigue, schedules, and one hundred other things there is love. It, more than anything, defines me. Going after love, not giving up on love, and being free to love is my life’s work.
It’s so easy to determine what distracts us from love and what waters it down, but I’m not going to make that list. We can be quick to dismiss it or act like we don’t want it. We’re cynical and maybe there’s reason to be. But, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to honor love. Love, when it is pure and good, is worth shouting about from the rooftops.
Love has saved me. Over and over again it has saved me. Love is worth fighting for and committing to. Love isn’t something you keep to yourself. It isn’t something you hoard. Love is as scary as it is dizzyingly beautiful.
I know it isn’t popular to say that you need love. But, I do. I need it. It’s the common thread that weaves through motherhood and marriage. It’s in my layers and history and stitched tight, so I have a soft place to land.
My daughter will tell me she loves me constantly. It is her answer when she forgets what she’s going to say. “Mommy? I love you.” Sometimes I think, alright already. This is the 33rd time I’ve heard it today. I get it. You love me. But, I’ll never ask her to stop. I’ll never tell her it’s enough. It’s an answer to a question. An answer to my questions. When you strip everything away there it is beating, sure, and true. A force to be reckoned with. Love.
In Season Finales
I loved them all. Lost, Grey’s Anatomy, The Office, 30 Rock, and Gossip Girl. I could write pages on Lost. They’re changing up the game again and I can’t wait to see what happens next. Grey’s…Bailey’s speech (I adore her. She could kick my ass anytime)…Meredith, who’s all grown up…Izzie…George…George! So, so good. And The Office?! I loved what Michael had to say about him and Holly – how theirs was a long love story. Jim’s face…just Jim’s face. If you’ve seen it you’ll understand what I mean by Jim’s face. Anyway, I could go on and on. The finales did not disappoint. I’m a little sad that my stories, for now, have come to an end, but I still have In Treatment to keep me company and Entourage is on its way. See ya, last season. Hello Summah!