I was thinking about love. I was thinking about my sons and their wives and how right now, with new babies, they are more deeply in love with each other than ever. And I was thinking how quickly they can start feeling overwhelmed by all the BABY that is in their lives. Where did the “romance” go?
Then I ran across this blog written by Tyler Ward:
The Hebrew word for love -- ahava -- has little to do with what one feels or receives. To the contrary -- ahava -- is actually a verb that means "I give." As it turns out, love is not the fleeting butterflies we get when looking into the eyes of our significant other. It's not something we fall into when dating. It's far simpler -- and far wilder -- than all of that. It's the everyday choices we make -- big or small -- to give to our spouse.
It's taking out the trash.
It's actively choosing to give him space when he is stressed.
It's a text message, mid-afternoon; to tell her you can't stop thinking about her.
It's the choice to not react to something he said, but asking what he meant and how it makes him feel, instead.
It's the time you're late for a meeting, but run back inside to tell your wife -- who you know adores being told -- how much she means to you that day.
It's the painful routine of taking the 3:00 a.m. newborn feeding shift so your wife can finally have three hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Love is not the fairy-tale beginnings as much as it is the small, mundane -- but generous -- things we do for each other every day.