Webster’s New World Dictionary defines love as “strong affection.” Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia, describes love as “an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment.” To some, this may be an accurate depiction of love, for me, love is so much more than that. Love can’t be defined as easily as just a few words–love has so many varying degrees that the only definition would be for someone to describe love in the way that it affects them on a personal level–describing who or what they love, with pure, unadulterated, raw emotion–and that could be a million different ways–not just describing the greatest emotion in the world the way that Webster’s or Wikipedia defines it. I could never, with this post or the next 100 posts to my blog, compile a list of who and what I love–just like you, I fall in love (there’s that vague word again) all over again with someone and something different many times per day.
If you’re reading this post, I love that you’re doing so. I love you too, some of you more than others, because I’m closer to some of you, but I still love you. I love the fact that I live in this great state of Wisconsin, loving the weather here. I love that I’ve met so many wonderful people in this state, my friends from Walmart, well, I love them all dearly, and I love that I stay in touch with all of them. I love my friends from Planeview, I would not love losing touch with any of them. I love that I have a list of friends that I have known pushing forty years. I love pizza, I love my dogs (you know them as my babies), and even though I’m diabetic, I’ll admit that I love chocolate. This love thing could go on forever!!! Then there’s what I call a “higher degree” of love.
Love is not a good enough word for how I feel about my Mom, you know what I mean. I love my kids (they’re all adults now), Robby, Jessica, Kyle and Dustin, I love and adore my grandbabies, Anthony and Kimmy. I love my brother and sisters with all of my heart. Aunts, Uncles,Nieces, Nephews, Cousins, 2nd Cousins, the love of family is like no other. You know that love, you probably know the next love too. It’s the last love I’ll be speaking of in my post.
Love can be a never-ending learning process. To truly be able to give love, one has to feel love, they must recieve love on a daily basis, unconditional love. I met my wife in the year 2000–I felt love at first sight–almost thirteen years together, and I love that I love Mickie more and more as each year passes. I love that we had our arguments over the years, so we know not to do that now. I love that I’m still able to open her doors, and set up her coffee pot every day. I love the life that we’re sharing. I love her sleepy eyes, her hair when she wakes up in the morning, and I love the way she loves me. I love that I couldn’t ever fathom taking this love for granted. I love that I love her so much. You know what I mean.
Love just can’t be defined the way we want to define it.
Until next time. Love.