Love Feels Like

Sylvia emailed me today.

She was gushing about how much she loved her boyfriend Chris.

I replied with a request.

Tell me how it feels to be loved…Describe it.

She wrote back:

It’s hard to describe. It’s really a whole lot of little things that add up to me feeling the love. For instance, when I’m at work, I really want to go home to just hang out with him. Or when we’re lying in the bed, watching tv, sometimes I get an urge to hug him or cuddle because I remember that he’s right there & he always responds back with the same emotions. Or when we were in the drive-thru at Wendy’s & I told him how the last time I came here by myself, the guy behind the counter was really rude to me & he says “He better not try my girl with that f**** s*** or else I’ll kick his a**!” Or like last night, we can’t afford to eat out, but I got stuck in traffic for an hour & didn’t feel like cooking so he says without me asking “I’ll cook the pork chops for you.” He’s affectionate, he wants me to have his baby, he cleans & cooks, he’s considerate of my feelings, he works overtime to try to compensate for his mistakes & I trust him with my life. To me, all that shows the love between us.

I could feel the warmth from this reply and it nearly brought me to tears. Sylvia’s description of love was joyous to her and just what she needed. For as long as I’ve known her she has emphatically hoped for one thing; a family.

She’s well on her way. God has truly blessed.

See, He DOES give you the desires of your heart.