I kind of knew it, going in. I was over the flu. Mister was well. Good food and drink were factors. Our weekend plans were in place – a few commitments, but not too much. Down time was built in. The long weekend was looking good.
And it was. It was beautiful, really. Because of all the aforementioned reasons, yes. But also because of The Love. The Love is something you can’t guarantee. You can hope for it, sure. You can even pray. Pray that it shows up. Pray that is consumes and spreads its glow. This past weekend, that’s exactly what The Love did.
Last week I was talking with a cousin about long-term relationships. (She’s been married a jillion years plus a few, much like Mister and me.) She said she and her husband had figured out a long time ago that liking your partner was perhaps more important than being in love. I agreed whole-heartedly. Loving a person is easy. Liking a person? Not so much. And when you cohabitate for a long time, liking someone is imperative. Because, I imagine, if you live with someone long-term and you don’t like that person, a butcher knife incident is highly likely. I don’t know this from personal experience, mind you. I’m just guessing here.
Anyhoo – I had a fabulous weekend with Mister. The Love was abundant and it couldn’t have been nicer. I wish that feeling of appreciation could be felt the world over, if only for a moment. It really is the best.