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Love Defined

Happy Valentine’s Day!

If you don’t already have a motion-sensor monkey that whistles a cat-call when you walk by, I highly recommend the investment.


He’s cute..less hairy that some real-life men who’ve whistled in my direction…doesn’t care what you’re wearing…and isn’t expecting a one-night stand or emotional commitment. 

I typically don’t celebrate V-Day.  In fact, Mr. Backbone and I went out to dinner on Friday night totally forgetting about the upcoming holiday.  Our meals were great and the place was giving away free chocolate-covered strawberries for desert.  He had a small bite before I devoured mine and the rest of his. 

Sharing…that’s what love’s all about.  It doesn’t always have to be 50/50…especially when chocolate-covered fruit is involved.

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Love is such an over-used word.  We use love so much that it’s meaning has become diluted.  Think about all the different ways that you use the word.

  • I love pizza.
  • I love my new iPhone.
  • I’m not in love with those shoes.
  • I love you.

See what I mean.  If your list is similar to the one above, congratulations.  You’ve just put your significant other in the same category as your relationship with pizza and stilettos. 

The kind of love that we celebrate on Valentine’s Day isn’t the type that arrives at your door in 30 minutes or less.  It is the kind that is shared with another person.  It is the kind that takes time to grow…is acted on with commitment and compassion…and experiences both joy and sorrow.

When asked “What does it mean to love someone,” we would probably all answer that question a little differently.  To come up with an answer, think about all the people in your life that you love.  How do your feelings for these people differ and how are they the same?

The love that I feel from my parents is 40 years in the making.  With my husband…15.  With some of my friends…just a few years.  Regardless of its length, to me love means having a deep emotional connection and commitment to another person and always wanting the best for them. 

Last week on The Bachelor, one of the girls said that she thinks she loves the guy because she wants the best for him, even if that means it doesn’t include her.  I thought that was a wise statement…even though it might have been a ploy to make another girl look selfish in comparison. 

How we show our love varies greatly from person to person.  Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves…


…while others show their love in less obvious ways.

However you show yours, get out there today and spread the love

How do you define Love?

As a follow-up to Love, Part 1, my dad is still caring for my mom.  His committment to her continues to be the most selfless, unconditional expression of love that I’ve ever witnessed.

Love, Part 1

Hi Honey.  Happy Anniversary.  Yes, I’ve just announced it to the world.  But, it’s better than shouting about our love from a rooftop, cause you know how I like to trip and fall from high places.  Each year I tell you that I love you more than the last.  If this trend continues, I might have to grow a larger heart.  The number of years that have passed since we said our I do’s doesn’t really matter.  What matters is that we’ve stuck it out, shared each others joys, and cut each others sorrows in half.  I’m so proud to call you my husband.  Love you, T

I’ve talked to many couples who say their love grows deeper over the years.  I never understood how this could be true…there has to be a limit on marital love…doesn’t there?

I’ve recently concluded that the answer is no – there is no limit on love. 


A few years ago, my mom got sick.  After about 18 months worth of doctor visits we discovered that at age 59, she had a fast-progressing, disabling illness.  As kids, we knew our parents loved each other, but from the kid perspective, you never really know how much.  You just don’t want to think of your parents that way.  

Over the past few years, I’ve watched my dad care for my mom.  He sees past the illness and sees the her.   Not the her that she was.  The her that she is.  I can see it in his eyes when he looks at her.  I can hear it in his words when he tells her that he loves her and that she’s beautiful.  I can feel it in the air when he lifts her out of bed.  While others may only see a patient or the memory of someone they used to call friend, or aunt, or neighbor, he still sees his wife, his love.  To me, that is the sign of a perfect love.

My Dad has been a great role model, and I can only wish that my own marriage will continue to progress towards a perfect love.  Of course I believe it is a forever kind of love and as perfect as it can be, but after several more decades, how can I even begin to imagine how deep our love may become. 

I don’t think there is any such a thing as the perfect marriage.  However,  for those who are lucky enough to find their Mr. or Mrs. Wonderful, I think we should all strive towards a perfect love.

Do you believe that love can grow deeper with time?