love noun \ˈləv\
: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person
: attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship
: a person you love in a romantic way
The word Love can be used so frequently that at times it becomes a word of habit. How often do you think about what it truly means when you say “Love” or even more so “I Love You.” I think we all have our own unique ways of feeling love, describing love, and even showing love. But it’s safe to say, they are all based in a sense of caring. That’s the healthy part right? The caring. Love is rooted in caring. Sometimes though love in its purest form changes. It becomes so altered that when examined closely it doesn’t resemble love at all. I think this happens when you lose yourself. When you fail to stand in your own truth. As a result, love modifies its self and evolves into some kind of unhealthy way of being. Love isn’t only rooted in caring for someone else, it’s rooted in caring for ones self. I strongly feel love is innate. We are born to love. But our experiences, our surroundings, our past, and even our present shape love. Sometimes in a negative manner. It’s time to stop. Stop and think what is love….anyway?
Today I’ve decided to stop and think about what love is… to me, for me. It’s a happy, unexpected surprise. It’s a smile. It’s words spoken with the eyes only. It’s holding hands. It’s being hugged and giving a hug. It’s my children…every ounce of them. It’s security knowing someone doesn’t think you are perfect but quite the opposite – they know you are not, but accept you anyway. It’s a walk along the beach. It’s sand between my toes. It’s respect. It’s motivation. It’s compassion and empathy. It’s teamwork. It’s breathing in crisp, Fall air. It’s acceptance. It’s unwavering. It’s nourishing. It’s peace.