During the start of my teenage years, I thought I completely knew what is love. I thought those fiction books taught me well enough. I believed that love is about handwritten letters, flowers, surprises, bears or chocolates. I also believed that it’s about sacrificing for that person and sticking with him through the ups and downs. I thought it’s about understanding and humbling yourself down during arguments. Well, it’s all true, partly. Because at the age of 19, I realized that there’s much more about love, and most of it is about the little things.
Love would be waking up next to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
Love would be ironing their clothes, preparing them meals and reminding them the things that they need.
Love would be having breakfast together with one of you making the coffee.
Love would be complimenting them.
Love would be greeting them on special occasions and spending it with them.
Love would be taking pictures together and taking each other’s pictures.
Love would be kissing goodbye when it’s time to work.
Love would be the long tight hugs after a long tiring day.
Love would be cooking dinner because she’s tired.
Love would be preparing the meals together.
Love would be talking about your day while eating dinner.
Love would be eating the meal even if it doesn’t taste good.
Love would be waiting for each other to finish their chores and work before sleeping.
Love would be staying silent and listening in an argument until she’s ready to listen.
Love would be understanding each other’s point of view and compromising about it.
Love would be saying sorry and works hard not to do it again.
Love would be going to groceries together pushing the cart for them.
Love would be correcting each other’s faults.
Love would be accepting corrections without grumbling.
Love would be offering your meal because it’s their favorite.
Love would be reminding them to wear their seatbelts.
Love would be buying and growing them a lot of plants because they love it.
Love would be having someone be patient with your morning sickness.
Love would be supporting her during her labor.
Love would be taking care of her and your baby.
Love would be staying up late to look after the baby so the other can sleep.
Love would be being patient with your children.
Love would be spending family time together.
Love would be sticking with each other when parenting or marriage goes hard.
Love would be telling them you’re there for them when life hits them hard.
Love would be praying for each other and encouraging each other with God’s word.
I am forever grateful to realize this at an early age. Looking at my sister’s marriage, my churchmate’s marriage, they defined love in the most simplest way. No bouquets, no grand dinner dates, no teddy bears, no such things, but they showed that love can be in the smallest way possible. That’s the love that I crave, love that is simple yet true.
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