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February 11, 2013

By definition Love is: to feel tender affection for somebody, such as a close relative or friend, or something, such as a place, an ideal, or animal, to feel desire, romantic, sexual or longing for someone.

Love is different things to different people  and at different times of our lives. As babies and toddlers we depend on the love of our parents to nurture us and teach us how to grow and love. We depend on holding their hands until we can walk on our own.  As young adults we experience the passionate young love that leads us to the partner that we want to spend the rest of our lives with.  That love  is followed by our own babies to nurture and love and then the blessings of grandchildren that love us unconditionally.

Then comes the time when we once again hold the hands of our parents, as we nurture and show them our continuing love and support.  We hold their hands as they become childlike and we, the children,  assume the parental role.  We hold their hands  because we are really hoping to hold on for just a little while longer.


Then there is the love that I felt on this rainy stormy Sunday morning.  Let me start off  by saying that I am a very private person and that I do not usually share intimate details of my bedroom, but today I am making an exception.

As I woke to the sounds of the pouring down rain and thunder this morning, the first thoughts to come to mind were of Keith Urban singing “Raining on Sunday.” (Yes, I love Keith Urban!)

“Who said life was easy, the job is never through, it’ll run us ragged, it’ll harden our hearts, and love could use a day of rest, before we both start falling apart.  Pray that it’s raining on Sunday, stormin’ like crazy”

I decided right then and there, that there was no need to rush into the day.  The chaos of the kitchen remodeling project could wait a few hours, and I then heard the often repeated words of my mom, “Honey, you can’t do it all.”

Barely awake, I snuggled in a little closer to my husband, using his left arm as a pillow, when I realized that Brodey, our 65 lb. yellow lab, who does not like storms, had joined us in bed.  He snuggled in closer to me and laid his head on my left arm.  Harley, our smaller 40 lb. black lab was curled up against my legs using my feet as her pillow. As I surveyed my surroundings, I knew I was totally and completely surrounded by love.   I closed my eyes and prayed for some more raining on Sunday!

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