It’s the love of…

It’s the love of…

It’s the love of getting up first when the 2-year-old is screaming, “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama!” in her bed.
It’s the love of showing up with a smile.
It’s the love of playing “magic queen” with your girls, for the 400th time. (It’s actually a pretty epic game I created, where I get to wear a crown and a cloak, and I’m the queen (speaking in a British accent, of course) who runs around the house (aka: the magic forest) and the girls help me rescue anyone in the forest needing a home, medical attention, or a good meal (in comes the little doctor kit and play food).
It’s the love of accepting one another’s differences. Which sounds so simple, but when people aren’t like us, or respond like we think they should, or do things differently than we do, it can be hard to love and accept them like we should. (Even when your wife impatiently rips into bags of carrots (and other things), and later realizes there’s a neat zip lock open/close option on the other end.)
It’s the love of holding the fussy toddler when it’s just frustrating that they’re fussy and can’t communicate well about why they’re fussing.
It’s the love of a good long kiss before he leaves for work.
It’s the love of not bringing up the past.
It’s the love of looking for the good in others: because we shall surely find what we look for.
It’s the love of not comparing who does what, when, how often, around the house and with the kids, and at work. Because that leads to resentment and resentment doesn’t make a love relationship grow.
It’s the love of service through hanging shelves for your wife, and helping keep her plants alive.
It’s the love of making another pb&j and peeling another orange for little hands who can’t do it yet.
It’s the love of sitting on the couch asking about the other person’s day.
It’s the love of choosing your people a little bit every day, over and over, because it’s the every day that leads to an extravagant kind of love over time.
It’s the love of God propelling us into a new day, albeit mundane at times, to love and encourage, help and serve, and choose love, all over again.

It’s God’s love that propels us.

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