How Love Changes (And Why That Isn’t a Bad Thing)

Last week marked the fifteenth anniversary of my first date with Billy.  I know most people probably don’t celebrate such anniversaries but my parents always did (February of 1967 in case you were wondering). Their first date was a comedy of errors. My mother, having been dragooned into a blind date at Yale, disliked my father on sight. My father, already cranky due to lack of sleep, was further peeved because he thought he had been assigned to another girl and thus spent the weekend trying to steal what turned out to be his own date.  It was a rather bumpy start for two people who would, by the end of that first weekend, begin a 50 year love affair. how love changes and why that isn't a bad thing

It always made perfect sense to me that my parents celebrated that inauspicious beginning every year. Much the same way we celebrate birthdays as the beginning of life, celebrating the anniversary of a first date commemorates the birth of a relationship.  The moment you let go.  The moment you take a leap.  The moment you allow yourself to consider the possibility that a sum might be bigger than two parts.

01147_n_9acylvhlw0513Fifteen years ago, Billy and I started the evening as two inseparable friends having a few beers and watching the World Series. It ended with us taking a leap.

In the fifteen years that followed, our love has changed many times over.  Love, after all, is not a fixed concept.  It bends and adapts and grows to meet the changes in our lives, in our relationship.  And I think that’s where some people get derailed.  Those who expect love to be the same at the beginning of a relationship as it is in the middle or at the end are doomed to disappointment and resentment.  Love evolves.  But the trick is to appreciate what it has become, not to compare it to its earlier incarnation.

When you first fall in love, you can’t take your eyes off each other.  Nascent love is raw and fiery and thrilling.  It is all-consuming.  You gleefully spend all your time discovering everything you can about each other – you favorite books, how you like your eggs, memories of childhood, your most embarrassing moment.  And then, without even realizing it, you move on to the real unknowns.  What kind of life you want to live, how you want to raise children (or if you even want to have them), how you communicate, how you show your love, how you say I’m sorry. Because if you agree on the Big Stuff, then everything else is just gravy.

As time passes, love becomes softer. You sink into its comfort, its constancy.  You know each other’s fears and you assuage them. You know each other’s faults and you forgive them.  You know each other’s weaknesses and you give them safe harbor.   It’s true – you don’t get butterflies in your stomach every time you see each other.  But those butterflies have been replaced by a warmth that is so much better, so much more fulfilling, so much bigger.

Somewhere along the way, the idea of a softer, gentler love became synonymous with boring.  It became the punchline of cocktail party jokes and New Yorker cartoons.  But the truth is, there’s nothing boring about it.

Because when you think about it – when you really think about it – that’s the kind of love that we all crave.  Sure, the butterflies are kinda fun and you still have them from time to time.  But guess what you don’t care about when your kid is throwing up at 3am?  Whether the guy holding your baby over the toilet makes your stomach do flip-flops every time you look at him.  Trust me, your stomach is already flip-flopping enough at that point.  What makes your heart swell is that he picked up a bottle of Clorox and started scrubbing the tiles while you changed the sheets for the fifth time.

Real love – seasoned love – isn’t that excitement that you feel on a third date.  It isn’t the fire that keeps you awake at night counting the minutes until you see each other again.  And it surely isn’t butterflies in your stomach.  Don’t get me wrong – those are all great things.  But they aren’t love.

And we have to stop thinking they are.

Because knock-your-socks-off love isn’t about the grand gesture.  It’s about anticipating the infinite ways to show your utter devotion to another’s happiness.  It is giving without having to be asked.

Love is the hand that claps the loudest at your accomplishments and the one that rubs your back when your shoulders are sagging from the weight of disappointment or sadness.

It is the hand that brings you coffee every morning and the one that does the dishes at night.

It is the hand that pays the bills and the one that tucks your babies into bed.

It is the hand that opens all your doors and the one who twirls you around the kitchen just to make you laugh.

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It is the hand that changes the channel to Monday Night Football when you walk in the room and the one that changes all the lightbulbs when you’re working late at night.

It is the hand that brushes the hair from your face as you lie in the darkness and the one that grabs all the bags of M&Ms from the all-night convenience store when you’ve had a bad day.

It is the hand that rests on the small of your back when you’re nervous and the one that pulls you into the water when the waves seem too big.

Love is the hand that holds yours when they place your baby in your arms for the first time and the one that quietly guides you down the hospital hallway to say goodbye to your father for the last time.

Love never ends.  But it does change.  It remembers all that you were, reflects all that you are, and anticipates all that you will be.

And that’s not a bad thing.  That is everything.


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  1. Cameron —

    I grew up with Billy and Kennon, BUT in many ways I feel as though I am growing up with you as through your words I am reminded of what is important, how to find my joy, my passion….

    You have completed my life long friends in many ways and now you are doing the same for me. I hope to meet you one day in person and give you a big hug around the neck!!

  2. Dear Lucky…
    You have such a gift with words! My husband and I still argue about who “started” the conversation in history class in 1964. You are so right about the twists and turns a marriage takes. Just turn together! Maggie