This morning started well. I got up to cook breakfast for James and I (scrambled eggs and toast) in good spirits. Then BOOM - it hit me. One minute I was at the stove cooking eggs, the next I was doubled over in stomach pain, wondering if my appendix had burst. No, no it hadn't. But the nausea and pain didn't let up all day. So as I lay pitifully in bed, James ran to the store for some necessities. While he was out he picked up one of my favorites - Simply Orange with Pineapple juice! Yummmmmm.
These last several years have totally rocked my understanding of love. Especially the last two or so. One lesson I've learned in love is service. So much of how people can show they love each other is through acts of kind service. Love is so ultimately selfless and such selflessness lends itself to serving others, not in ways that are easy or comfortable, but in ways that are meaningful. I've never read any of the 5 Love Languages books (though James and I both will as part of our premarital counseling), I've learned as I've grown that "acts of service" isn't my highest way of receiving love, yet I still find it so gratifying when someone goes out of their way to do something particularly sweet. The little ways James has served me today moved me to tears.
This time a week ago snow was falling heavily as my 21st birthday drew to a close. Spending my first week as a completely legal adult in my pajamas and playing in the icy wonderland was pretty sweet.
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