This post is dedicated to one little Chicken and the people that she loves.
After two bloody exhausting days I thought I’d check in here with you before heading once more unto the breach, dear friends. If I wasn’t so exhausted I would find it fascinating that physically I feel battered and bruised. Fascinating because it is a reflection of my emotional state rather than physical injury. I’ll save being fascinated until I get through today though, I just don’t have the energy.
I was talking to the Lovely Fiancée just before embarking on my epic journey across the continent. Someone very close to her is not in good shape and amongst all the concern and good wishes surrounding her loved one came the rather horrific news that his partner has said if he doesn’t wake up the same person that he was prior to the current situation she will walk away.
The Lovely Fiancée was appalled, as am I. She said with passion that should anything happen to her other half she wouldn’t care how they woke up, just so long as they did. She asked ‘if you really loved someone before they went to sleep then how could you not love them after they woke up?’ She said that she would happily care for her other half if he couldn’t for himself because THAT’S WHAT LOVE IS. She is right, that is what love is. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. Forsaking all others. That’s what love is.
Love is someone who looks at you like the sun shines out of you even on a day you feel hideous.
Love is those who stick with you, no matter what.
Love is acceptance of who you are in all your perfect imperfection and celebration of your individuality.
Love is driving for hours in hideous traffic with a five month old baby to spend half an hour with someone you’ve not seen in a decade.
Love is coming when someone calls.
Love is answering the phone in the first place!
Love is believing in someone when they don’t believe in themselves.
Love is faded newspaper clippings and song lyrics.
Love is going above and beyond without hesitation.
Love is Nutella wrapped in pink tissue paper.
Smart girl, that Katharine. Classy too.
Even Forrest Gump said “I may not be a smart man but I know what love is”.
I, too, am lucky enough to know what love is. As crappy as I feel today I have come this far and can take the next step because of those who love me. That means more than words can say.
Life is short. Safe onward travel x