This is love…

door knob editedMore than a dirty door that could use a fresh coat of paint, I saw love in the pair of sunglasses tucked carefully on the doorknob.

It was the side entrance to our house, and I noted nothing special until I reached out to open it. When I saw the glasses, I smiled. I was loved. I was so touched, in fact, that I put down my bags and grabbed my cell phone to shoot a picture. Except that my 17-year-old son opened the door and ruined it. And that made me feel more loved. (And then I had him close the door so I could try again.)

It’s not a long story or particularly poignant—just a reminder to me to recognize love when it is demonstrated.

Yesterday morning, my husband and I traded cars so that I could take his more road-worthy vehicle on a trip to visit my mom and aid my siblings hours away. I had removed everything I needed from my vehicle; he had done the same. My plan was to leave about 1, after working out at the gym and then working on lesson plans and grading papers at home. To maximize my time, I left for the gym about 5:30, saying goodbye to my dear husband, who would be at work before I returned, and knowing I needed to return before 7:30 so I could say goodbye to my dear son before he, too, left for the day.

Quite simply, before my husband left, he noticed my prescription sunglasses still in the van and put them on the doorknob, where I would be sure to see them and not leave without them. Love. My son was waiting for my promised return so he could hug me goodbye before he left. Love.

Surrounded by love. Symbolized by a pair of sunglasses on a doorknob.

2 thoughts on “This is love…

I'd love to hear from you! Leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s