Beloved 3/22/14
“Beloved” has always been a word I loved. An old fashioned word that removes me to a
time of parasols and Mr. Darcy’s and old England. It is an undying love, an all-encompassing
feeling of pure joy and adoration. It is
a knowledge of complete and honesty fidelity and understanding. It is an old word, a used word, a needed
word, an underestimated word. Because how
can you really describe the one you love solely for their characteristics and
for their goodness? Because no words are
ever enough to truly describe them.
Because anything you write might be an understatement, might not fully
reach the feelings you want to portray.
But I do want to try.
I have a beloved. A
man who so fully understands me that he puts up with my moods, tries to
understand my feelings and laughs when I laugh and cries when I cry. Blake knows when I have had a bad day and
jumps in. He goes the extra mile and doesn’t bring up past problems. I don’t
know any of my faults because he doesn’t label them. He just loves me. Loves me through “that time of the month”.
Loves me through another pan of brownies. Loves me through shows I want to
watch and he doesn’t. Loves me through
my frustration with the kids and my elation with the kids. Loves me through my
dreams of writing and reading and DIY projects and new recipes. Loves me through a sweet embrace and a simple
kiss and a look that says, “You can do this and you are doing this.” And he believes in me way more than I believe
in myself. He is my beloved.
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