So then there are those we love. Philosophers bicker about what it is (and isn’t), but for us regular folks, it’s like “good art”, you know love when you see it. It doesn’t really matter what the “experts” say. We all love lots of things and the word has a variety of meanings. In this case though, I’m talking about when we’re fortunate enough to find someone who is the love of our lives. I’ve seen this in others now and then; sadly it seems rare. I feel fortunate that I’ve found it too. As I said, I married my absolute best friend, the mother of my son, and she’s also the love of my life.
So what’s the point? Well there’s living, and then there’s living. Don’t get me wrong--I’m not diminishing any relationship that anyone has, with or without a husband or wife. For me, I was living a great life before I married my wife. She was the right person for me, and over the seventeen years of our marriage, I’ve realized that while life was good, while I was living before, once we were together, life took on a whole new significance, meaning and purpose. And it was amplified when we had our son. I am alive--really alive. I’m middle aged, my body has been broken (literally), and even serves as host to at least one “tropical” critter (parasite) that decided I’d make a good home when I was in Africa (and I’ll probably never be rid of until I move on). But that’s not life. My body can fail. Living is having friends and genuine friendships. Living, is when you have the privilege of seeing one of those friendships develop in to love. It might be marriage, it might be the genuine love between brothers or sisters, and frankly it could even be between folks who aren’t related in either of these ways. I’m not actually sure what makes it happen, but it does. Life is a wonderful thing; real life--genuine living--is when we have the privilege of wonderful friendships, at least one of which becomes the love shared through marriage, through the deep bonds of brothers or sisters, or the absolute closest of friends. Because of the dear friends I have, and the special love of my wife, I am a better man than I could have ever been otherwise.