One fateful evening, many years ago, my grandmother went out on a blind date with a man who would be my grandfather. They were together for many, many years after that night. Married for 60+ years. It’s a long story, but my parents got together as result of blind date (not theirs) also. Similarly, I was fixed up on a blind date by a friend, with a guy who had just returned home after being in the army. That was going on 33 years ago, and we have been apart little since that fateful night. True love.
When you think of Valentine’s Day, and true love, flowers and candy probably come to mind. Maybe a night out with your significant other. But, I think of someone who does literally anything and everything I need help with, and buys me flowers to boot! You know it’s true love, when you are diagnosed with not just a serious disease, but one known as one of the worst you can have with no cure, and your spouse (or significant other) stays by your side to help you through it. Not just sticking with me, but also going along in my quest for better health. Never letting me give up on getting better, and taking me wherever that journey leads us (which has been all over the U.S. ), both when he believes in that particular part of the quest, and even when he does not. Helping me eat dinner since I can’t lift my arms to feed myself. Getting up at 3 a.m. to get me a drink and a pain pill, because I can’t get up myself. Helping me with all personal care, including bathing, going to the restroom, and getting dressed. Doing the laundry, walking the dog, making dinner, or buying whatever I want for dinner, and on, and on it goes. He helps the kids with car maintenance, and home repairs. Did I forget to mention how he seems to be able to fix anything, which saved us a ton of money over the years? That has nothing to do with love, but just shows that the Universe gave me a bonus on top of the true love it sent me!
True love, is my husband staying up all night (when he had already only had a nap in the previous 24 hours) to work on getting the gas fireplace fixed, and making sure I could sleep and keep warm when both the fireplace and the furnace quit working on a frigid winter’s night.
We no longer have a Starbucks anywhere near where we live, so it is always a treat to get a coffee or frappuccino. Whenever my husband has to go pick up something anywhere near a Starbucks, I end up getting a coffee. Even when he is going to a doctor’s appointment, I get a coffee. True love.
True love. I remember when our youngest daughter was sick, and about to toss her cookies right onto our new couch. Without a second thought, my husband put his hands out to catch those “cookies”, and save our new couch! True love, or was it just the fact that hands wash easier than the couch upholstery? I don’t know, but I don’t think I would have done it!
True love. When you are six months pregnant, and you haven’t been able to “go” for a very long time, and the doctor suggests an enema, helping you get that done is definitely true love.
It’s a little thing, but I almost always get to decide what we watch on TV. I usually do try to pick shows that I know my husband will like. When we make big purchases, like cars, houses, and maybe furniture, we usually do that together. But, when it comes to the smaller things, like decorating the house, it’s all me. Anything I want, I just buy it. It’s not unheard of for my husband to come home and find that a room has been painted a different color, or we have new curtains in the living room. He just lets me do whatever I want. Which has gotten trickier over the years, after I lost the ability to “do” things on my own.
Now, before you all get too worked up, I will remind you that I didn’t say that my knight in shining armour did all of this happily all of the time. Especially if it is 3 o’clock in the morning, and I’ve already woken him up three other times. He will not be happy. But, he gets up and does it anyway. Also, when he says he will be there in, “a minute”, I can count on waiting anywhere from an actual minute, to five or ten minutes. And, “stuff” happens, when you aren’t doing things for yourself. Like when someone else is scratching your leg, and they accidentally take a bit of skin off whilst relieving the itch. Or, they can’t tell how far they are pushing the toothbrush into your mouth, and gag you shoving it down your throat! Or, when they try to remove the hair out of your eye, but also rip ten other strands of hair out of your head. Then there are the bumps and bruises, because when you are just one person helping someone who can’t move at all, it’s hard to keep fingers and toes from getting mashed or bent in a way they don’t bend. And on, and on it goes, as you can imagine. But, so far, only one broken finger. Probably not a bad record for over 20 years of care. Maybe that’s the real reason babies cry so much? We all might just not do as well as we think we do taking care of another person, so we are the reason they are screaming when we take care of them? Hmmm, could be… but, I digress.
True love is not just about romantic love. True love can also be love between a parent and their child. Pure love. If you have ever had a pet, you have felt true love. True love is not made up of chocolate and flowers, it’s made of tougher stuff. It’s made up of nights without sleep, and all the things you would never do for anyone else, but you would for your “true love”.
I think The Beatles were spot on when they sang, “All You Need Is Love”. Life may not be a bed of roses, but you can do anything and get through anything if you have any form of true love in your life.