Many years from now, my son or daughter will come to me with the age old questions:
How do you know you're in love? How do you know when someone is "the one?"
And I will tell them:
Does their happiness mean more to you than your own? Are they the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning, and the last thing you think about when you go to sleep?
Will they be the one standing right beside you, holding your hand during the unexpected trip to the emergency room? Will they be the first one to cheer your accomplishments, the first one to comfort you in times of saddess or failure? Will they be in the doctor's office when you're given bad news, and, once outside the doctor's office, will they hold you while you cry? Would you do the same for them?
It's love when you watch them get sick, then clean up the mess without a second thought. It's love when you serve them the last piece of pie. It's love when you give them the TV remote control.
You're in love when you have seen all the other person's faults and shortcomings, and in spite of, or maybe because of them, you still can't imagine your life without them.
You're in love when you'd rather end the argument and make up than be proven right.
You'll know they're the one because after meeting them, you will feel like a whole person -- that the missing half of you has finally been found, and you'll never take that forgranted.
Mostly, I will smile and tell them, "You'll just know. The same way your Dad and I did."
2 comments:
That was lovely. Sounds like you are in nesting mode. :-)
Just a little. Haven't reached the cleaning mode yet, though. : )
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