Ah, my true blue BFF pulls through for me, despite trying to convince me that she can't do a serious post. Christy has been in my life longer than my brother and from the minute I asked my mom if I could play with her on the first day of kindergarten, the friendship was locked in. 30 years later, she's still that gal for me. She's blogged here, here and here for me in the past and I'm happy to see that she's doing it again!
I am usually not a serious kind of blogger, I prefer to keep it light and funny. I'm not sure if that is what comes across on my blog. After a little reflection I came up with a few non-traditional ways that shows love in my family. While hearing 'I love you' is important, they way you show your love is as important.
Love is everywhere.
I am usually not a serious kind of blogger, I prefer to keep it light and funny. I'm not sure if that is what comes across on my blog
Love is watching 2 children hold hands.
Love is a grandmother acting silly with her grand kids.
Love is filling the pool for your kids on a hot day even though it is lots of work and they will only use it for an hour or less.
Love is a Nana baking a cake of her grandson's choice each birthday even if it is super complicated.
Love is separating beads after your son drops his brand new package on the floor.
Love is when brothers take a break from fighting to play nicely together.
Love is a parent watching their baby sleep.
Love is going to a hockey game when it is not your favorite sport.
Love is a Dad teaching his son how to swim.
Love is going on vacation with your family.
Love is everywhere.
To wrap it up, this quote from one of my favorite movies was the first thing I thought of when I thought about what love looks like. If you pay attention, love is all around.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.