In earlier American rural life, communities raised barns because many hands were required. These events occured in a social framework with a good deal of interdependence. Members of rural communities often shared family bonds going back generations. They traded with each other, worshipped with each other and celebrated with each other. Barn raisings were an integral part of life and socializing.
In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.
In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Sharing the Love
It's that time again. Time for corporate bigwigs to remind us that we love our spouses. And not with a subtle hint, either. No. That's too easy and doesn't make anyone any moolah. Let's buy diamonds and roses and chocolate filled with gross gooey substances. I have never understood why we are supposed to only express our love publicly one day a year. I mean, I love my spouse at least 362 1/2 days a year. So let me say now, publicly, on this non-Valentines Day, that today I love my spouse. I love him in big ways and I love him in small ways. I love him for being such a great Dad. I love him for enduring my craziness day after day. I love him for fixing me omelets and vacuuming and building snow forts with the kids. I love him for working hard and staying with his job for the last 9 1/2 years. I love his creativity and his gentleness. I love him for letting me follow my dreams. On the thirteenth of this month we will celebrate fourteen years of staring at each others' faces. Fourteen years since we had our very first date. We saw Titanic together. That's a good way to have a long date and yet not really talk to each other. Thankfully, he asked me for a second date the next day and we actually had a Valentine's date. Probably our only one ever. I can't really remember. I have been with him almost half of my life. He has helped to make me who I am today. I love you, Matthew.
Allright, enough with the smooziness. If you remember, last year I spoke of the love notes in our local free weekly paper. If you don't remember, click here to refresh your memory. This year did not disappoint. Four pages again of people loving their spouses, children, dogs, grandmas, neighbors, parents and our troops.That kind of Valentine I can appreciate. I also appreciate you, my lovely reader. Without you, I would just be writing to myself. And while that is okay, because I do tend to make myself laugh, I like thinking that I am making you laugh as well. So thank you for reading my randomness. My love to you this year, today and every day.
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Love!
ReplyDeleteYou are not writing to yourself. I read / catch up whenever I can. Love, love, love to you and your family!
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