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A Sampling of Love Stories
Valentine's Day, with its pink and red roses, Hallmark cards, candy hearts and chocolates, may tend to reduce the significance of love to superficial acts of romance. It does, however, get people thinking, talking, and writing about relationships.
So for our Family post today, we collected a sampling of stories from HCB-network bloggers who wrote about their marriages.
Real love is more complicated and intimate than the mass-produced messages stamped on heart-shaped cards might suggest; real love takes work and attention, celebration and commitment.
These people know that. The following are excerpts from their love stories.
Ann Voskamp of Holy Experience wrote "What all of the Universe is Trying to Tell You Today":
We sleep in arms, moon on faces, the cotton sheets twisted around legs. He breathes warm on me, rib of his side, and I live. I wake. And find in the morning on the towel rack beside the mirror, a tape of green, letters embossed and I don’t have glasses on and I roll my eyes because how many times do we tell the kids not to do things like this!
(Read the entire post here.)
Corinne of Trains, Tutus and Twizzlers wrote "Love Letter":
Dear Streets of Salem,
I love you. With all of my heart. The reasons are more than the years I’ve known you. I think you are misunderstood, and hold so much more than the wax museums and witch trials.
Your streets hold my love story. My history with a certain man. Your streets cradle countless beginnings in my life.
Your streets coddled us on a first date, six years ago today. Hands were nervously held for the first time. Silent smiles spread across two faces while passing your town common. Doors were held, smalls of a back touched gently, and feet stepped in unison.
(Read the entire post here.)
The Unknown Contributor wrote "My Three Little Words":
For I had already learned that love is a verb, not a capricious noun made up of pheromones, hormones, and other such sweet aphrodisiacs. So the rule was don’t tell me, show me. Because if I can’t tell by your actions that you love me, then let’s just stick with like.
My husband was a quick study and he took my warning seriously. He soon figured out that to get into my heart he needed to demonstrate my three little words... blood, sweat, and tears.
(Read the entire post here.)
Amber of the run-a-muck wrote "on the shadow and a confession: a love story" (the most recent installment in her series "my love songs"):
It’s day now but early enough for pitch dark. Seth is not in the bed. I walk un-rested to the living room where he sits with such a sad face. “What’s wrong?” I say. And he’s had a dream, too, so he says, “I hate to do this, but I need to know if there’s something you need to tell me.”
I sit down...
(Read the entire post here.)
Do you have a love story to share?
You’re invited to participate in our "Love Stories" writing project. Write and publish your own love story sometime this week at your blog, and we'll link to you next Wednesday here at HCB. Leave the url in the comments here or in a comment box at my place by Tuesday afternoon, February 16.
Posts selected by Ann Kroeker of annkroeker. writer. "Word of Testimony" photo by Amber of the run-a-muck. Used with permission.
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