A unique love

Do you ever have those days where you feel like you just love everything ten times more than you did the day before? 

I tend to realize those feelings most when I act 'out of control' and by that I mean laughing at every stinkin' thing that anyone says even if its not even funny. I just am happy and I can't control the laughter that comes from it. 

This morning I was reading over my lesson manual for my Primary class and I was thinking about how blessed I am just to be in their lives... not only as a teacher but as an example and a friend. I kept thinking about how I have only known them for 1 Sunday and I already love them unconditionally. They already make me laugh, so hard! Kids, of course, speak their minds. I loved that age. I love their honesty and their curiosity for things, especially things about the gospel. They are so willing to help and listen and so not afraid to ask questions. I love that because it helps me learn. I have said this many times before, but I truly believe they teach me more than I ever could teach them.

I woke up the other day and walked into my kitchen to have breakfast and noticed a grocery bag sitting on our table. My dad and sister are gone to work and school by the time I get up and get ready for work, so I was alone as I sat down to eat my cereal. I looked in the bag and noticed that it was my sisters lunch. She was running late and forgot to grab it on her way out the door. I text her as soon as I saw it and asked her if I could bring it to her. I don't know why this made me so happy... but it did. I got ready quicker than I ever have just to bring her, her lunch. I was excited to drop it off at the school's main office, I was excited that I had my own vehicle to bring it to her. I was almost happy that she forgot it... just so I could help her. This is true love.

I was having a conversation with a close friend tonight... a conversation that started with jokes and being extremely hilarious to very real and serious. A deep conversation. He told me struggles about his parents, about a home life he didn't quite agree with. Struggles of losing a loved one. He talked about watching his parents for 12 years be the happiest most perfect couple... and also watching that happiness crumble. He talked to me about showing his emotions to his mom about a sibling. I just stared at him for the longest time, and caught myself with tears just streaming down my cheeks. The first time I have cried in front of a boy for over a year. Although, I was embarrassed, I felt so much of his pain and couldn't help but let my strength go. I felt as though I could just cry for him. Sometimes when you're in the midst of your own struggles you feel alone and you don't realize that everyone has struggles, trials, and mountains to climb. I had a love grow for him tonight and a connection because someone on the outside knows how I feel too. That is love.

A couple nights ago I went shopping with someone very near and dear to my heart. We only stayed in the store for an hour because I couldn't decide on a coat. Pathetic I know. I have to say that it was probably the best time I have ever had shopping.

1. Because I didn't buy a single thing.

2. My best friend laughed at every word that came out of my mouth.

3. Every article of clothing she tried on and liked... it was snagged, stained or basically just ruined.

So, we weren't successful in buying anything.. but I will say we were successful in having the time of our lives. Especially in 2 degree weather. My point... I could be sitting in elephant poop with this girl and we would be having the time of our lives. We also could be stranded in 0 degree weather... with no cars and a spare key that doesn't start your car. I'm telling you that only happened because it was 0 degrees outside. Never would that happen on a summer night... unless if it was hotter than sin outside. I'm just sayin. That is a unique love.

I love when my dad texts me. For many reasons:

1. Could be a picture of a heard of deer.

2. To tell me what time he is coming home, and if I want hotdog on a stick.

(dinner of champions... I know) we. are. cool.

3. To ask me what my plans are for the night... because he cares about me.

I don't know about you, but I sure do love seeing deer. That is a fatherly kind of love.

Sometimes I worry too much. I worry if I hurt other peoples feelings, I worry if my shyness comes off as snobbiness, and I worry about making friends. The one person to call with all that worry is my mom. She has words of encouragement like a Lion's 'rawr' for her cub. Talk to her for two minutes and my life is back in order and my worries are faded. I'm lucky to have that. I'm luck to have an amazing mom, but a good friend who always reminds me that being sensitive and loving a little deeper than others doesn't make me a weak person.. it makes me the strongest. This is a sensitive love.

What is love to you?

xo.

p.s. you guys are great.