Twenty-five years ago this October while vowing love and commitment to one another at our wedding altar, my husband and I received mined gold pieces of wisdom spoken by our Pastor, a compass he gave us to discovering love for a lifetime.
Our Pastor encouraged us as “bride and groom” embarking on a lifetime journey together to love, respect, honor, enjoy and revere the other with our eyes. To see goodness, uniqueness, virtue, value, future, beauty and wonderment in the other,
A mining for love in the noticing.
The eyes see it all; the good, the bad, the ugly.
We have a choice.
Each and every day we have a choice; to see the bad, to see the ugly.
Or notice the good hidden in the corner of your eye.
The good is always there.
Don’t look away. You’ll miss it.
Take a second look if you have to.
Don’t miss an opportunity to
mine for love in the noticing.
True love isn’t riches measured in dollars and cents.
True love is captured in the pause of a long stare, between blinks in a given moment. True love is in the eye of the beholder.
True love is mined in the noticing.
Life is full of beauty.
Notice the bumble bee,
the small child,
and the smiling faces.
Smell the rain and feel the wind.
Life your life to the fullest potential,
and fight for your dreams.
Love is in the simple.
Love is in the day to day.
Love looks for it.
Love searches for it.
Love is always there.
Love is mining in the noticing.
Love is eyes lighting up.
Love is falling in love with my husband over and over when I notice him:
Making the bed in the morning or turning the covers at night.
Deciding it is his responsibility to tackle the sink full of dishes after meals.
Ironing better than any dry cleaners in town.
Unashamed to fall to his knees in prayer.
Calling my mother or visiting her on his own without me.
Endearing my mother by referring to her as mom.
Hauling the basket of dirty laundry to the basement then bringing up the clean and folded clothes unassumingly.
Wearing cologne at all times; after showers, before bed or for no reason at all.
Lathering our little grandsons with cologne so they can smell like Papa too.
Smiling because every Facetime call from our grandchildren begins with,
Always treating and referring to my children as “our children” from day one.
Full of grease after working on the car in all the weather elements regardless of having no garage.
Reaching the heavens and hearts with his voice in song.
Revealing his gorgeous smile.
Laughing for every little thing.
Revisiting a conversation when customers have inquired about his no-show whereabouts after making such a lasting impression of courtesies and promptness.
Setting the dinner table standard of eating whatever my hands have prepared; even during the early years when my attempts at Porter Rican rice resembled oatmeal to our children’s gag-reflexing dismay.
Revealing his heart through sensitive tears; especially when they fall regarding his kids and grandkids.
Holding my hand throughout our 25 years of life together;
while in the car,
while watching TV,
while drinking coffee together,
while lying in bed at night.
Love isn’t a feeling.
Love isn’t a fairy tale.
Love is a choice.
Love chooses to see the good in a bad day.
Love can be for a lifetime.
Love remembers that:
8 Love never fails…..
1 Corinthians 13: 8 NIV
Love is mining in the noticing.
Love just is.