Thursday, July 13, 2006

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

So last Sunday I was holding my girlfriend, Debbie, in my arms. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me. The look in her eyes, I tell ya, moved me to my core (and being 300lbs+, I have a big core).

Her lips were curled up in a smile that was barely perceptable. Her eyes were full and round, glistened ever so slightly. It was the face of pure contentment. Bliss. Love. It was like she was gazing into my very soul, and totally enamoured with what she saw.

I don't know why she would want to be with a guy like me (I seceretly think its because of my cat), but she is. I don't know how she can love me so much, but she does.

I've known she has been in love with me for many months now. I know because she told me. I know because she puts up with me, and wants to be around me despite my corny jokes, and sometimes cranky attitude. I know because she wants to show me off to her friends, and be a part of her family.

But it wasn't until that moment, that one special moment, that I truly realized just how deep that love for me goes. How truly powerful a womans love can be for a man, and how truly blessed I am to have that sort of love in my life, and to be able to hold it so closely in my arms.

I am in love with a woman who loves me back. Its deep, its amazing. Its profound beyond any words I can find to describe it. Its beauty beyond anythng this world has to offer. A precious and rare gift. A reason to thank God, and a reason to smile.

Sunday was a good day to be me.


Mark Nenadov said...

Hey Dave,

Great post! You aren't the first guy to wonder why his woman puts up with him and loves him :)

Once Francis Schaeffer was on a cruise and he met a man who was an athiest. They had a long discussion, and the athiest argued that there was no basis for anything trancendent, that the world was merely atoms coliding and that everything human and the mind was basically just chemical reactions. Before they parted, Francis asked him, when you hold your woman tonight, how do you know that its real?

The look on the man's face revealed that his last evening on the cruise was spoiled and that he saw a dilema. Either he could live consistently with what he had just said, or he could irrationally depart from what he believed, because love can not be explained while excluding the trancendent. And if we understand love in a mechnical "product of our desire to recreate" sense, it really becomes a sharade.

Your words are quite reflective of having found something far beyond the cold/hard reality of a mundane life.

And thankfully, there's something fundamentally different between humans and, say, a praying mantis. The loves humans experience, when truly manifested, can last beyond the point where a particular need of ours has been accomplished (unlike, say, a praying mantis).

Ok. I'm done philosiphizing :)

Sean said...

Well, not to rain on the Mark parade, but I'm an atheist Mark. I love my fiancé with all my heart. I'm going to get married next year.

I think you are making a common mistake as to what atheists believe. We don't believe we know everything (as in humanity) we don't believe we may be able to know everything, or even explain everything. We do however not believe in the supernatural. If it happens, there is a natural likely logical reason for something to happen. Atheism isn't all that complex. Most atheists are however rationalists or humanists.

Of course, there are a variety of meanings of transcendent, so it is difficult to pin point Francis Schaeffer’s argument. But needless to say atheists can love their loved ones, even if we can’t explain it.