Wikipedia encyclopaedia says that love is ‘any number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment’. ‘Love is an extremely powerful emotion; it can be irresistible and people are often bound to pursue their love interests.’
This being true then, I have been thinking of late about all the things that the people I love, love....
My husband loves his surf board.....I tell everyone tongue in cheek that I am actually wife no. 2...the surf board just about sleeps with him....at least I am pretty sure he dreams about it...and the waves they share together!
Once in his sleep he started rubbing my back, I thought he was being affectionate...but he tells me on waking that he dreamt he was waxing his board.
My son loves his surf board too.... (Or should I say boards...he is polygamous with his boards). He is young and his girlfriend surfs too...lucky for her, or she would also lose him to the ‘sick’ surf conditions every time they appear.....this way she can keep an eye on him and his other love interest!
My eldest daughter loves to dance ...she loves parties where she can dance....she once danced so hard at one of these parties she fell and sprained her ankle! She dances alone, with partners, at classes especially for dance and when desperate, with me....any excuse to dance will do!
Miss nearly independent loves to eat cake....she does a Homer Simpson impersonation when anything remotely referencing cake crops up...’hmmmcakehmmmm’. Late at night she asks for cake...gets her boyfriend (A chef) to make cake, go out and retrieve cake from the restaurant and generally has him on the cake hop! If asked she would choose cake for breakfast....and when going out it is the dessert menu that interests her.
My youngest daughter loves our puppy....she nurses him like a baby, reprimands him like a mum and lets him cuddle up with her in bed. If there was a choice about who she was going to stroll down the street with...puppy would come out first...if she sees me feeding him scraps of my food she reprimands me for giving her ‘dear’, things that may not be good for him. He greets her first when she gets home from school and she talks to, hugs and cuddles and scratches his tummy first too. (This latter he can keep, but I wouldn’t mind some of the other...)
Me....I love all of the folk mentioned above....to complete distraction! I worry about hubby when it’s growing dark and he hasn’t returned from the surf with his dear 9ft first wife....I fret over my son when he goes out on BIG wave days and puts himself at risk.....and yet I still help facilitate his surf competing and make sure to send off all appropriate competition entry forms on time! I share my eldest daughter’s love of dance but unfortunately cannot accompany her to those parties (without embarrassing her to her distraction!)instead I stay awake and wonder if she will finish her dancing soon and come home...( or at least I did this when she lived at home...now I just stay awake generally and wonder if she is dancing or not at random hours of the night.)I make cake for Miss nearly independent and buy her creamy looking items when out shopping...and now that she is studying far away I wonder if a banana muffin will travel well....And for my youngest, well I make sure I am home at 4.20 pm each weekday, so that when she gets off the bus I can let the by now manic pooch out of the front door to run a little ways down the stairs and into the street to greet her...I try not to feed said pooch any ‘naughty’ treats when she is watching and make sure that he knows that she is Mum ( I am only granny).
I also love chocolate...but it is a sinful secret love. A creeping to fridge late at night kind of affair.....
Then of course there is family love that we all share...it is full of memories, bonding moments, like being there when limbs are broken and exams are pending and pet birds are buried...it’s full of arguments and heated moments and childhood jealousies...like who gets to sit where on long journeys in the car and who still gets a bed time story. It’s full of birthdays and hugs and special poems written on hand made cards. It’s full of family things, like superstitions and traditions we share only with each other....singing our table grace, waking birthday folk with song and giving presents in order of age...piñata’s, koeksisters, and hubby’s Omelettes.
Oh and I am pretty sure my family love me too...after all they put up with my late night phone calls...just to check up and make sure they are alright...they put up with my fond little stories of how they behaved or looked or what they said when babies...and they put up with my insatiable need to hug....
And as for hubby, well he does leave the surf board on the rack and come and sit next to me and hold my hand and let me fall asleep and snore next to him on the couch...
This thing called love is many faceted.....but I think it fair to say, that without love, life would be a drab reflection of the possibilities and depth of living....as Dr Seuss says; ‘"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams." And again another apt quote… ‘In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony. Eva Burrows
And oddly true…’It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.’ Agatha Christie
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