how love morphs

I walk into my house, feet tired and swollen, contacts burning my eyes out, a hungry stomach consuming me, and a throbbing head...to see my husband ironing curtains.

I run up to him and give him a huge hug, he has worked so hard all day. 

And because he works until 5pm and I start work at 5:30 most days, there are a lot of times where I don't get to see him until almost 10 at night.

I drop my purse on the ground, take off my shoes, then walk around the house.

All the clean clothes I had washed are folded and put away.

All of the odds & ends strewn about the house are picked up.

Dishes are washed and put away.

My heart skips a beat.

I feel as if love morphs into what it needs for you at different points in your life.

When Ryan & I were dating, it was:

Butterflies when I hear his laugh.

Tinglies when I feel his kiss.

Warm & safe when I'm in his arms.

When we were first married, it was:

Newlywed excitement

Presents, dates, and showing each other off!

I still have those feelings when we hug & kiss, and we of course still show each other off ;)

 But now I get butterflies when I see that the dishes have been carefully put away or that the clothes have been neatly folded. 

Just knowing that he put such time, care, and effort into making sure I would feel comfortable for when I would come home from a long shift at work, makes me feel all warm & fuzzy inside.

That's love. 

At least until the next phase :)

One of my favorite quotes says it very succinctly:

"True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion."

-Gordon B. Hinckley

I don't know who is single/dating out there, but this is what you should be looking for.

Your partner in crime...for life.

<3 Bri