Love is a complicated infrastructure. A thing you are either building up or letting fall into decay.
What makes it strong are the deeds done in the everyday walk of life.
What makes it beautiful is two unique people coming together and making their own unique kind of love.
It doesn't come from textbooks or formulas, or to-do lists.
You've probably seen my parents from afar, either online here or maybe speaking at a conference somewhere. But I’ve lived around them for a long time, so in case you were wondering...
Here are a few things you might not know about my parents' love:
They talk about everything.
Even tiny, inconsequential things.
Sometimes I wonder at them as they sit chatting away about a subject that seems to be of little importance. They mull it over, and in between second cups of coffee, they look at it from their different angles.
It's a slow process, and I must confess, sometimes, as an observer, I grow impatient. Why talk about the small things of life? Schedules? Planning? Little worries and concerns?
And then it came clear to me one day ... that to them, this was sharing life.