My husband has loved me through many ups and downs. He loves me when I’m happy, when I’m not happy, and when I’m worse than not happy.
He loves me when I bake him cookies, and when he can’t find a place on the counter to sit his cup.
He loves me when I have the house picture perfect [rare occasion] and when I use his camera then don’t put it back so he can’t find it.
He loves me when I make his favorite foods, and when I don’t pack his lunch.
He loves me when I iron his shirts, and when he has to dig in the dryer for socks.
He loves me when I take care of the children, and when I lock myself in my room and leave the kids with him.
He loves me when I’m dressed up for church, and when it’s the first thing in the morning – ‘nough said.
He loves me when I make money online, and when I mess up the computer so he has to redo everything.
He loves me when I’m singing, and when I’m snarling.
I don’t have a spectacular conclusion for you. Just that real love is not given to someone because they deserve it.
Have you ever watched the movie Just Like Heaven? [I’m not endorsing, just remembering.]
David describes his wife Laura to Elizabeth by the little things she did that drove him crazy. It makes me melt every time. It has so much more meaning than if he would have described how perfect she was.