Love means that I find your needs and wants as important if not more important than my own. Perhaps at first that sounds a wee bit selfish, but I am being honest. How did I know I loved Jeff? His happiness became inherently more important than my own. How do I know I love my dearest friends? When they’ve had a bad day with their kids and I’ve had a bad day with my kids, I’m willing and wanting to go to their home, rock-a-bye a screaming babe, and wash their dishes. Love isn’t losing yourself, but it is the daily crashing into other human beings and asking “Are you ok?” before checking your own wounds. And when I think about it, I guess I don’t really love that many people, not in practice at least. I need to work on that.
How do you love?