Mr. & Mrs. Love Is spoke to me from the first. I collected them many of our early married years. They arrived on the scene the same year we married saying the things I felt in my heart many times. Love is… speaks even louder to me today.
This one was floating around Facebook one day recently. I laughed because this was so true for many years. I never liked wearing shoes. My feet would get so cold in the winter before bedtime. This expression reminded me of my husband’s precise reaction.
My family knew of my fondness for this little couple. Members would clip them out of the papers to send to me. We drew couples names in my family for Christmas in those days. Our gift in 1974 was a love is… quilt. The pictures were drawn on the squares and set together with strips of red gingham. It hung on the wall above our bed for several years before we used it as a quilt. Well worn and deserving a rest, the quilt was retired. It was carefully wrapped and tucked safely away. Our daughter, M, told me once she wanted it some day. It now hangs in her house.
While strolling down memory lane, I came across this one. If you know me or have read my blogs, you understand. If not, read my other blogs to learn why this one is so special to me.
I didn’t keep my collection. I wish I had.
I Corinthians 13:4-7 may be the first thought that comes to most minds when the topic is love is… arises. That’s a favorite of mine, too. It covers a love for everyone but no one more than a spouse. It is oft used in wedding ceremonies. Its words are beautiful when translated into life.
Love suffers long, and is kind; love envies not; love vaunts not itself, is not puffed up, does not behave itself rudely, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, keeps no record of evil; rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.