Being Loved
There is no better feeling in the world than knowing you are loved. There are many types of love everyone experiences daily.
There's friendship love. A friend that sacrifices something that is important to him in order to spend a little time with you. A friend that notices small changes in your appearance and compliments you on them. A friend that knows your secrets and protects them willingly without having to be asked.
There's intimate love. A simple touch. A wide smile. A sly wink of the eye. Understanding what the other is feeling without having to be told. Helping the other without having to be asked. Listening. Sharing. Feeling.
Both these loves are strong and necessary in life, but neither is as powerful as the greatest love anyone can experience.
The love of a child.
Last night I had to work late. I arrived home only 45 minutes before my 13 month old son had to go to bed. I was upset that I wouldn't have much time with him. I walked into my living room, and I didn't see him. I called his name, and around the corner he came, laughing and smiling. He saw me and laughed even harder; he started running (his version of running, more like a slow jog) towards me with arms open wide and he slammed into my body for a hug.
Yes, love is a wonderful emotion. The love of a friend. The love of a boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife. The love of a child. Being loved makes my life worth living.
There's friendship love. A friend that sacrifices something that is important to him in order to spend a little time with you. A friend that notices small changes in your appearance and compliments you on them. A friend that knows your secrets and protects them willingly without having to be asked.
There's intimate love. A simple touch. A wide smile. A sly wink of the eye. Understanding what the other is feeling without having to be told. Helping the other without having to be asked. Listening. Sharing. Feeling.
Both these loves are strong and necessary in life, but neither is as powerful as the greatest love anyone can experience.
The love of a child.
Last night I had to work late. I arrived home only 45 minutes before my 13 month old son had to go to bed. I was upset that I wouldn't have much time with him. I walked into my living room, and I didn't see him. I called his name, and around the corner he came, laughing and smiling. He saw me and laughed even harder; he started running (his version of running, more like a slow jog) towards me with arms open wide and he slammed into my body for a hug.
Yes, love is a wonderful emotion. The love of a friend. The love of a boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife. The love of a child. Being loved makes my life worth living.
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