Ordinary Moments, Extraordinary Love
It’s raining outside.
It’s the middle of the workday, and I’m sitting at my desk, and I’m stressed, and I’m sad, and it’s raining outside — buckets of water pouring from the skies, pounding the roof of our home, splashing on the ground and our windows.
I hear footsteps in the hall, and my husband comes into my pseudo office area and brings me a hot cup of ginger tea. He was making some tea for himself, and so he brought me a cup, too — just the way I like it. I didn’t ask him to get me a cup, but he knew that I was stressed and sad and that I was not too fond of the rain outside, and he wanted to cheer me up.
I look at him and smile.
He kisses the top of my head and smiles back.
He goes back to work, and I go back to writing, with the hot cup of ginger tea sitting upon my desk.
The steam rises from the cup, and I can’t help but think to myself, “this is love.”
Love is moments of passion — long evenings that blur into mornings and laying around, limbs tangled in the sheets. It’s sweeping your beloved off their feet with roses and champagne, and chocolate-covered strawberries, and romantic candlelit dinners at a table tucked away in a bistro whose name you cannot pronounce. It’s taking vacations in the sunshine, sandy toes, and sun-kissed noses and letting your souls and your bodies linger in the water. It’s impromptu trips and nights out and feeling like you’re the only person in the room when you’re in a crowd of hundreds.
Love is all of that. But love is more, too.
Love is remembering to put the trash out before the garbage collectors come. It’s reminding your beloved to get milk when you’re going to the grocery store. It’s letting your beloved sleep in on Saturday morning, even though the kids are up and ready to play. Love is talking about the bills and reminding one another to go to the doctor and the dentist. It’s watching television together without your phones. It’s dinner conversations about books, movies, politics, current events, history, and religion. It’s life-changing conversations about having kids and getting married and what you believe and value within your heart. It’s remembering how they take their coffee and whether they prefer a salty or sweet snack.
Love is about the tender ways you show up for the one you call your forever human. It’s in the way you laugh, and it’s in the way you listen; it’s in the way you take care of one another when you’re sick and even when you’re healthy. It’s in the way you cry without fear, and dream without boundaries, and laugh with your whole soul. Love is your home and your greatest adventure all in one.
It’s the most extraordinary thing to hold in this world, and it’s found in the most ordinary moments, too — like when your husband brings you a cup of hot ginger tea.