A kiss goodnight. A "have a great day at school". Soup when I was feeling under the weather and a hug when I had fallen and scraped my knee. The sound of cheering at my games and laughter when I had done or said something ridiculous. It was feeling safe at night and feeling like I had nothing to worry about. It was telling them I'd always live with them and I'd never grow up and move out. (We all know how that turned out.) It was baking cookies for Santa and icing them together in the kitchen. It was love.
It was chasing each other around the playground. It was a whisper in each other's ears. It was keeping secrets and passing notes. It was writing their name all over any piece of paper I could find. It was sitting beside each other at lunch and thinking we'd always have each other. It was being in second grade and saying "I'm gonna marry you." To me, then...it was love.
It was finding my sister soul mate. It was shopping together and randomly laughing about nothing. It was making memories and taking pictures to remember those moments. It was "I need to talk to you" no matter what time of the night it was. It was doing each other's hair and nails and talking about boys. It was listening to music in the car and singing along. It was knowing we were each other's best friends and not even having to say it. It is being thousands of miles away from each other even now and checking in. It was, and is still, love.
It was crying out to Him in moments of helplessness. It was me on my knees in my bedroom in the dark with tears streaming down my face asking, "Can You hear me?" It was wanting answers and asking questions. It was feeling completely peaceful in moments of chaos. It was saying "Jesus, come into my heart and into my life. Create in me a clean and new heart O God." It was raising my hands to the heavens saying, "I am Yours." It was finally feeling like I could let go and live in love. It was, and is, unending love.
It was seeing tears and mourning for a lost life. It was remembering the good times and the laughter. It was seeing someone so broken at the loss of their other half. It was feeling broken at the loss of a loved one. It was wondering why they had to go. It was knowing that I would see them again. It was love.
It is a kiss on the forehead. A "welcome home, baby." It is random ice cream runs in the middle of the night. It is curling up on the couch together and watching a movie. It is a hug when I've had a bad dream. It is a sleepy smile on a late Sunday morning. It is a "hey baby, are you awake?" at 4am. It is "I can't live with you, but I can't live without you." It is being myself, flaws and all, and being completely accepted. It is waking up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and bringing him back a glass just in case. It is cooking his favorite meal as a surprise. It is chasing away the demons of the past. It is rejoicing in each other's company. It is unconditional. It is tough. It is the best thing I have ever experienced. It is having a best friend around you 24/7. --This is the love I am experiencing right now.
This is not the only love I will experience in my life as new experiences will come with different seasons.
I believe that any age can experience love because there are different types. At age seven, if the boy I had a crush on picked me to chase around the playground, I thought he must really love me. Now, if my husband tries chasing me on a playground, I'll probably look at him like he's lost his mind. (Although secretly enjoying it the whole time.) There is no age limit on love.
Especially when that is exactly what we were created for.
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