Confession: of the 264 fun and fabulous! DIY pins in my Pinterest folder, I think I’ve completed about four of these crafty projects. The reality instead looks something like this:
Still, old habits die hard, and with Valentine’s Day fast-approaching, visions of heart-shaped pizzas and red and white “I LOVE YOU!” banners and modge-podged Forever… placards have danced through my mind. So instead, I’ve settled on a a 6-year old’s grade-A project of cutting out 28 paper hearts, writing something I love about the HBH [Hot Black Husband] on each one, and then scotch-taping them to our bedroom door. I think it’s made for said 6-year-old child, but the 44-year-old doesn’t mind a bit.
I love that you love to dance.
I love the way Cancan’s face lights up when you walk into the room.
I love the way you provide for our family.
Lest you think that our marriage is perfect, it’s not. We’re still learning and growing and getting to know each other (as I hope we’ll continue to do for the rest of our lives). We still have our own opinions, along with a 6-month old who’s currently teething and therefore perfectly content to wake up at midnight, 3 am and 5:45 am respectively, making us – oh, you know – just a wee bit groggy and more prone to take out our tiredness on each other.
But this I do know: love is cyclical.
When I spend all of three minutes cutting hearts out of otherwise to-be recycled paper, and thinking about the things I love about my husband, and then actually putting it to paper, something magical happens: love becomes cyclical.
Suddenly, he sweeps into the kitchen while I’m making coffee, grabs me, and starts dancing and singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” – oh Whitney, did ya know the power of your words? With gusto, I then want to make the best damn french press of a dark roast that ever was to hit the morning hours of San Francisco, and he then wants to come home and play with Cancan because he sees how it gives me joy, and I then want to write down more things I love about him – and on and on and on.
I think you get the picture.
Between the sap and the gush, do you hear what I want? I want a love that’s cyclical, that over and over again, from one to the other, from him to me and me to him and back and forth and back and forth, our love grows and multiplies and expands. I want this with the HBH and I want this with Jesus and I want this with my community.
Am I a dreamer? Perhaps. But I also know that I can do my little part to get the wheels turning, and that, for today, is okay. It’s enough.0