Mushy Stuff (that I don’t understand)

Valentine’s Day came and went yesterday.  I planned to write a brilliant post on love.  I really did.  So, I sat at the keyboard and thought about all I know concerning love.  And, I moved on to fast cars and guns.  Tonight, again I sit at the keyboard and dredge up every bit of sagacity I can manage on yesterday’s intended subject.   Words fail me (An extremely rare event!).

I don’t understand love; can’t explain it, nor can I begin to describe how it works.  I’ve been asked the secret of a happy relationship before and I realized that I have no idea.  Oh, I remember events which have occurred over the years of my marriage and the couple of years leading up to that, but the events don’t explain the phenomenon.

I know that millions of dollars a year are spent by folks who are looking for the secret.  A profusion of conferences attempt to explain how love works, the secret to re-igniting love, and even how to put laughter back into your marriage.  Checking Google tonight for “Christian Marriage Conference”, I couldn’t help but notice that there are 24 million results.  Twenty.  Four.  Million.  I’m pretty sure the folks who run those conferences can’t explain it either.

What I do know is that the Lovely Lady and I have spent well more than half of our lives enjoying each other.  Undoubtedly, I’ve had the better part of the bargain, but she tells me she’s content (and I’ve never known her to lie).  I’m still wracking my brain to explain it and probably will go to my grave confused about the reasons.

I really don’t have a clue.  All I know is I wouldn’t give up a minute of the last 32 years for anything.  Whatever makes this love thing work, I’m  up for another 32 years.  After that I might be qualified to wax eloquent regarding the origins and mechanics of a good relationship.

Ask me again then.

“Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.”
(Martin Luther~German theologian and church reformer)

“One time I gave Dale a little peck on the forehead and we got a ton of letters telling us to cut that mushy stuff out…So I had to kiss Trigger instead.”
“Roy Rogers~”King of the Cowboys”~1911-1998)             

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