Love takes many forms
Feb. 15th, 2022 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knit1purr2So the 14th and Valentine's Day can be nice. But I have changed my mind about it over the years. This may be because I had a boyfriend who went all out (nice dinner, chocolates, jewelry) and then dumped me a week later. So with hubs it hasn't been super fancy. I had to work our first one, so he came up and brought me a pizza and chilled with me a it.
It has been more about doing the little things that make us feel happy, hopefully with some together time. But yesterday, I decided we would order out and i would pick it up. And that was going to be nice. But as I was driving home with the food, my body started to rebel. So I managed to get the kiddo and the food home and ran to the bathroom and then I had to lay down.
Not at all what I wanted the night to be, but hubs came up, checked on me, brought me ginger ale, tucked another blanket over me. Which honestly having someone who will take care of you when you aren't feeling great is really important. Kiddo then curled up with me and I got some sleep and was able to wake up after 2 hours and enjoy some of the food.
Love is something that people can spend so much time and energy trying to find. I have learned that Love is something that both a gift and work.
Love is more then just romantic and sexual love.
I love my husband. Yes I find him attractive, but I like spending time with him and near him. He is the one I want to tell my good news to first and to hold me while I deal with bad news. He takes care of me when I can't/won't take care of myself.
I love my sons, (Kiddo, Patrick and the one on the way). This love is different, it is a love that wants to keep them safe, but watch them grow. This love can be hard, especially as Kiddo has found his words and expresses his anger. It is an uneven love, but I want them to know that I am always there for them.
I love my family. My parents who still want to take care of me, who always have their door open to me. My siblings who are more likely to show their love through actions, which may be small like refilling my water. I know I can count on them.
I love my friends who are family. The ones I can call crying because my world is falling apart and they will listen and tell me how much that sucks. The ones that send me pictures of past adventures or of things that make them think of me/us.
I love my friends who are the community that I feel comfortable in. That we can share silly videos as well as support each other through the weirdness of life. Some of these people I have never met in person, but I hope to.
I love my community. This is both my local meat space community, my neighbors, kiddo's school. Where we try and help each other out, we check in, even if it a simple, "I have been there" with my neighbor as they are hunting for the one thing that their kid is desperate to find, which we know will be forgotten tomorrow. Also my online community, as we uplift each other and share resources and our lives.
It has been more about doing the little things that make us feel happy, hopefully with some together time. But yesterday, I decided we would order out and i would pick it up. And that was going to be nice. But as I was driving home with the food, my body started to rebel. So I managed to get the kiddo and the food home and ran to the bathroom and then I had to lay down.
Not at all what I wanted the night to be, but hubs came up, checked on me, brought me ginger ale, tucked another blanket over me. Which honestly having someone who will take care of you when you aren't feeling great is really important. Kiddo then curled up with me and I got some sleep and was able to wake up after 2 hours and enjoy some of the food.
Love is something that people can spend so much time and energy trying to find. I have learned that Love is something that both a gift and work.
Love is more then just romantic and sexual love.
I love my husband. Yes I find him attractive, but I like spending time with him and near him. He is the one I want to tell my good news to first and to hold me while I deal with bad news. He takes care of me when I can't/won't take care of myself.
I love my sons, (Kiddo, Patrick and the one on the way). This love is different, it is a love that wants to keep them safe, but watch them grow. This love can be hard, especially as Kiddo has found his words and expresses his anger. It is an uneven love, but I want them to know that I am always there for them.
I love my family. My parents who still want to take care of me, who always have their door open to me. My siblings who are more likely to show their love through actions, which may be small like refilling my water. I know I can count on them.
I love my friends who are family. The ones I can call crying because my world is falling apart and they will listen and tell me how much that sucks. The ones that send me pictures of past adventures or of things that make them think of me/us.
I love my friends who are the community that I feel comfortable in. That we can share silly videos as well as support each other through the weirdness of life. Some of these people I have never met in person, but I hope to.
I love my community. This is both my local meat space community, my neighbors, kiddo's school. Where we try and help each other out, we check in, even if it a simple, "I have been there" with my neighbor as they are hunting for the one thing that their kid is desperate to find, which we know will be forgotten tomorrow. Also my online community, as we uplift each other and share resources and our lives.
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Date: 2022-02-16 04:22 am (UTC)Love is something that people can spend so much time and energy trying to find. I have learned that Love is something that both a gift and work.
This is so good and true, and I'm so glad that you have Kyle to love you. I am reminded of a TMBG lyric --"And remember love's a verb"
~Sor