This is a symbol of love. Phil bought this for me for Valentine's Day. I have it in the kitchen window and every time I see it I remember he loves me. Me with the insecurities, the sometimes loudness--okay, when it's spring, summer or fall and its WARM, and I'm not worried I will FREEZE TO DEATH, and the lawn swings are out, and we have friends stop by--well, then I am noisy and "Hallooo, come over and visit!" type loud person and I laugh every chance I get. I have even been known to snort on the odd occasion. I am so blessed to be loved by someone like Phil, when I snort.
And this winter, the Winter of The Endless Frozen Narnia winter, when I am blue and worried and anxious and upset and weepy and not-loud and not "Halloooing" to anyone, he still loves me. He loves me in the good and the not so good. I am so lucky to have him in my life, to be married to him in the Lord's temple and to know he will be with me through eternity. I will be better then. There will be no insecurities, no blues, and no fear. There will be joy with all the members of the earth, loving each other, remembering each and every one.
Until then, I wonder how I can show Phil I love him. There is no adequate way. I don't cook like I used to. Maybe he could remember those tasty dinners and think, she loved me because she cooked. She still loves me; she just doesn't cook. We need to eat "cleaner" anyway so we can toddle into our golden years with better health. Tonight he ate a bowl of fresh fruit. Apples, grapes and oranges. For a snack later he ate raw cashews and dates. Not a bad dinner. I didn't even cut up his fruit; he did it himself so I can claim no part of fixing his dinner.
So, how can I show him I love him? I guess I will try to be a better Lynne. A nicer Lynne. A not-so-blue Lynne. I don't know if I can be a not-so-loud Lynne--when I'm not frozen or thinking I'm going to be frozen, that is. I will try to be a better member of the church and do a better job in my calling. I will try to have faith and not fear.
Oh, and I know he would like me to do more housework, get rid of the clutter, either give away or throw away a whole lot of stuff. How am I going to do that? I'm not a tidy person. I have other talents--they have not shown up yet but I'm sure I have them--they are just waiting until my twilight years and then they will show up and he will be impressed. Of course, by then he might be too old to see them. Ha ha.
I wish they would hurry, while his eyesight is still good. Until then I hope he knows I love him. I really do.
9 comments:
Bless you! Those begonias are beautiful...and you're talents are quite apparent! Keep up the good works.
you do have other talents! Like your photography and your gift of words!
Lynn would you be surprized to know you are not alone? I think most people think as you do. I know I do and Michael and so many other friends.
Sometimes our talents are hidden to us but so clear to others. I am sure Phil knows why you are special to him and it is probably because you are the loud, enthusiastic, whacky woman that loves him and his children and his grandchildren so much!
Just remember you are good enough, smart enough and dog gone it people like you just the way you are!
You don't have to wait for the ever after you are great now!
Oh, what a sweet Phil. You are wonderful. It's this long winter that needs to send us some sunlight. Then we'll all feel better.
Awe, Lynne that is such a touching post. Isn't it wonderful we have people who love us, who see the best in us and our potential!! I feel the same way you do about myself.
I can see that you are a very very talented person. Isn't it wonderful that we all have something we can work on to improve ourselves???
I'm loving that description of 'my talents being elsewhere and waiting for them to turn up.' My boy's eyesight may not hold out either.. hahahaha.
Ah Lynne, among your talents is the gift of making others laugh; also the gift of awesome story telling; and you do a lovely job of sharing your love of the Lord.
Thank you for sharing those gifts!
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Phil sounds wonderful, I do the same thing wondering how someone can know i love them when I don't feel like I've worked for it or done enough for them. Yet somehow they love us for us and it is wonderful, but true.
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