There is nothing like being in love. Everything looks brighter, sounds brighter, is brighter . . . well, okay, maybe not spiders and public biffys. Still, for the most part, love adds a happy glow to life.
I remember when I fell in love with my husband. A few. . . ahem . . . years ago. My husband was here from Singapore, where he grew up, studying at the University. I met him in church.
You’d think I’d have figured it out right away that he was the love of my life, but no, I got to know him best while I dated someone else. We became the best of friends and when that other guy was out of picture . . . we didn’t fall in love.
Yes, I realize that maybe I was missing it along the way, but who said love doesn’t have twists and turns?
We hung out in a group of friends and eventually with just each other, but we were still only friends. Until he moved away. Long before this I began to realize I had feelings for him, but my husband was clueless to what this new feeling was in his heart until he was a few thousand miles away on a one year exchange program to another university.
Letter by letter we fell in love. Each time I came home from work, I would look in my mailbox, hoping I’d received a letter. More often than not, I did.
By Christmas when he came back to visit, we were a couple. When he finally moved back in the summer, the mailbox letters were replaced with long stem roses. The surprised delight as I opened the mail to find a reminder of love deepened my love for him.
To this day, I love to get mailbox roses and surprises. They remind me of love and the sweetness of romance.
What reminds you of love?