Is that I love my babies. My family. My dog. My wife. My close friends. For all my faults as a parent and spouse and sister my love for the people and creatures in my life is unwavering. It can’t be diminished or hidden. And sometimes it overwhelms me. When I lose someone I love. Or see my sweet pup struggle in her old age. I can’t hide the way I feel.
And I pray that I make that love clear to all of them. By laying on the floor late at night stroking Ilsa’s soft fur. Or holding my baby tight when he can’t get comfortable or fall asleep. Or laughing when I get sprayed with poop. Or when I understand why my wife is so exhausted and try to help her when I can. Or calling to check in with my brothers. Or making a friend laugh.
Love is the driving force of my life. It’s there in all I do or say. And when it’s not there I know I’m not living my best life. I’m not being true to what matters most. Bringing that love to the surface and sharing it with the world.
This is what I know. That love. Matters. Most. And if this is all I truly ever know in life I think that’s just fine.
