This week, not surprisingly, is going to be about love. But a funny thing happened on the road to love. Saturday morning I woke up ready to go. But somewhere along Saturday afternoon I started to feel eh. Went to movies Saturday late afternoon. Starting to feel worse. Dinner….let’s just say that I needed to leave as soon as we had our meal.
Got home. Put on pajamas. Made tea with honey and lemon. Got out some saltines (the universal I’m not feeling good comfort food) and looked up my symptoms on WebMD- thrilled that it was not the plague but either Common Cold or Flu- and settled myself on the couch under some blankets.
I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
In my moment of foggy head and sore throat, I realized that to me, love is the person willing to take care of me even though I don’t need to be taken care of. The person that wants to take care of me just because.
So there you go. Love is the person who is willing to take care of you when you’re down.
More on love tomorrow!