You know I don’t think there are any of these in my city.
Today is my third wedding anniversary. I want to take a moment and reflect about love…
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairy tale.
Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and lying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying gifts, it’s about leaving little presents here and there, just as a reminder that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down or taken for granted. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.
I was talking on the phone the other day with a guy in California. Long story short, he asked me if I was from Minnesota. When I told him I was from North Western Canada he said my accent sounded like I was from the Upper Midwest US. All I could think of was, “Do I sound like the people from Fargo???”
Which leads me to this pic. When Canadians say “out and about” it sounds exactly like “oat in aboat.” A truth.