Falling In Love

I don't really consider myself a hopeless romantic. Every hint of romantic notion that makes it's way in my life gets a quick dose of pragmatism. I hope that doesn't make me boring or insufferable.

But I do remember every moment of falling in love.  First with Christ, how He swept me off my feet when He called me by name.  I knew. I was loved, I was in love. I was ready, willing and able to take it all the way to the monastery or wherever far-flung place He wanted me to go.  That far flung place ended up to be in Ohio LOL.

I remember falling in love with my now husband.  He too swept my off my feet. I knew. He would look at me and I knew I couldn't live this life without him. He still gives me that look everyday.  It's the kind that promised forever. It is a look that only lovers understood.

I remember falling in love with my first child.  He who nearly lost his life at birth.  When he looked at me after his first breathe I knew. I cried. I cried from the depths of my soul in a way that I never thought was possible of me, the unromantic. It was a joyful cry I couldn't stop or control. And with every child that same emotion of motherly love, tender, sublime in it's uniqueness is a kind of love I cannot put into words.

I remember falling in love with life.  After and despite so many heart-aches, trials and tribulations I knew, I remember Love.  I know that all will pass, that all isn't meaningless. That love exists in the everyday.  That through the romance there is true love. And even the pragmatist in me knows that falling is a worthy endeavor.

Today, for the falling in love, I am truly thankful.