Today is our 15th anniversary. In those fifteen years, 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.
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.
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.
Real 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.
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.
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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