7 Weeks Away!
When my daughter and I went to a friend's wedding last fall, one of the family members shared this quote as a toast, and I loved it. I know you will be able to relate.
Everything I know About Love
I know that love can be loud and jubilant…It can be dancing in the swampy mud and the pouring rain at a festival and shouting “YOU ARE AMAZING” over the band. It’s introducing them to your colleagues at a work event and basking in pride as they make people laugh and make you look lovable just by dint of being loved by them.
It’s laughing until you wheeze.
It’s waking up in a country
neither of you have been in before.
It’s skinny-dipping at dawn. It’s
walking along the street together on a Saturday night and feeling an entire
city is yours.
It’s a big, beautiful, ebullient
force of nature.
I also know that love is a pretty
quiet thing.
It’s lying on the sofa together
drinking coffee, talking about where you’re going to go that morning to drink
more coffee. It’s folding down pages of books you think they’d find
interesting.
It’s hanging up their laundry
when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the
washing machine.
It’s saying ‘You’re safer here
than in a car’ as they hyperventilate on an EasyJet flight to Dublin.
It’s the texts: ‘Hope your day
goes well’, ‘How did today go?’, ‘Thinking of you today’ and ‘Picked up loo
roll’.
I know that love happens under
the splendor of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens
when you’re lying on blow-up airbeds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E
or in the queue for a passport, or in a traffic jam.
Love is a quiet, reassuring,
relaxing, pottering, pedantic, harmonious hum of a thing; something you can
easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in
case you fall.
- Dolly Alderton
Dance of the Ebb and Flow- by Duy Huynh
It’s laughing until you wheeze.
It’s waking up in a country
neither of you have been in before.
It’s skinny-dipping at dawn. It’s
walking along the street together on a Saturday night and feeling an entire
city is yours.
It’s a big, beautiful, ebullient
force of nature.
I also know that love is a pretty
quiet thing.
It’s lying on the sofa together
drinking coffee, talking about where you’re going to go that morning to drink
more coffee. It’s folding down pages of books you think they’d find
interesting.
It’s hanging up their laundry
when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the
washing machine.
It’s saying ‘You’re safer here
than in a car’ as they hyperventilate on an EasyJet flight to Dublin.
It’s the texts: ‘Hope your day
goes well’, ‘How did today go?’, ‘Thinking of you today’ and ‘Picked up loo
roll’.
I know that love happens under
the splendor of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens
when you’re lying on blow-up airbeds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E
or in the queue for a passport, or in a traffic jam.
Love is a quiet, reassuring,
relaxing, pottering, pedantic, harmonious hum of a thing; something you can
easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in
case you fall.
- Dolly Alderton
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