I love you.
Every night before we went to bed these three simple but elusive words would slip the lips of my beloved camper. The day before we were lifting our voices to God in a vice grip of a hug, and now she was telling me that she loved me.
It's one thing to hear from your parents and other family members that they love you, because for me at least it is a given. But to hear it from a cute, short haired, big hearted, newly friended down syndrome camper is another. I said "i love you" back but then thought, how do I love her? And the bigger question have I felt that love?
I'm a firm believer that there are different types of love. I should have prefaced this whole blog-oso with a disclaimer that "love" isn't a word I use or throw out around often. Anyway, there are different types of love. I love my family unconditionally with a bond of love that transcends airplane rides, Skype chats, or snail mail. I have a few close friends I love like a brother or sister. Like for example "Abby, I love you, you're a great friend."
I guess what I'm getting at is that I've never had that BIG LOVE (capital letters for emphasis). That love that stops you in your tracks, takes your breath away, you know... movie love like you see on The Notebook and stuff. HA! All joking aside. I'm waiting for that love that fills the piece of my heart that is missing. I realized here recently that God is that Love. He has to be that love that is there. Because I truly believe that once I fill myself with His Love, then that BIG tall, dark haired, light eyed, athletic man that treasures me and God truly, madly, and deeply LOVE will come along. I know it.
Now I just have to set my very type A, human, worldly attitude aside and let God do his thang thang. Because this looking at wedding websites, athlete swooning, Facebook friends engaging thing isn't getting me anywhere...let's just be honest.
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