Love Doesn't Require Modifiers

I'm lucky to have known many different kinds of love in my 31 years.

I've known "fall down scrape your knee" love.
I've known dancing on rooftops with a bottle of rum love. Being in Central America helps too.
I've known two different kind of bulldog love and both are tender, sweet and full of slobber and laughs.
I've known "crocodile hunting in the backyard with my Papa" love. In snow boots and a string bikini no less. You can get away with that when you are six.
I've known a broken heart so deep that I was pretty sure no amount of red wine, Bravo re-runs and ocean dips would ever repair it.
I've known and continue to know a family that's thicker than thieves.
I've known major forgiveness. Which means more of a layered, weathered, "You've been there too?" kind of love. An acknowledgement of just being human.

And despite the boyfriends and broken hearts and "I'm sure this is the one..." over the years, I'd never really truly known being "in it" with someone until my husband Matt. And by saying that, I do not mean we had a Disney movie kind of start or continuation. There was no glass slipper. Or exact perfect moment. 

In time (and not overnight) it was more of "Oh yes, you are the person I'm going to do this with."

You're my partner.
You're my human.
I want to be on your ship and for us to weather life's storms together.
I want to adventure with you.
And most of all at the end of the day I want to curl up on the couch with you and fill back up.

Because remember:
Love doesn’t require modifiers. 
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. 
It only asks that you show up. And do your best. 
That you stay present and feel fully. 
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry 
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up 
and play and work and live and die as YOU. 
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.


And in order to get to that space you've got to hunt crocodiles (preferably in your snow boots) and skin your knees and allow yourself to forgive and be forgiven. To learn to love yourself with a ferocity so you can love others the same way too. Love requires courage and work. Love is a choice. Love is a verb. And that's by far the juiciest part.

"Understand that you chose your partner for a reason. He is your polarity; you need that. Don't expect him to be like you - in fact, if he was like you he would probably drive you crazy. He cannot come up with that feminine energy. Let him do what he does well."
- Gurmukh