So the other day I was asked, “When was the first time you thought that you fell in love? Also when did you really fall in love?”
What is love?
Everyone has a different definition on what love is and what it feels like. I think love is something that is indescribable that when you talk, think, or see about that person you cannot help but smile and feel warm. Also, it is something that comes in stages and you cannot possibly love someone the way that you love your friends, family, or children.
Young love is the best kind of love. You are still finding your way through the world and finding out about yourself. It is just so pure. When I was in high school I had my first boyfriend and at the time I was totally smiting. I did not tell my mother I was dating him until my little brother spilled the beans. Darn little brothers! She did not like it…AT ALL! One because he was white but, most importantly I did not tell her. Looking back on it, I was wrong. The tales of my first love would make anyone laugh and it was a struggle. It was the first time I thought I was in love. Being from a small town and not seeing the world for what it was I thought I would marry him. Marry Him People! It was a different time for myself and if he did not move away I am pretty sure my life would be different.
Finding that love is so easily put out there, I am realizing that I have been in lust more than love so many times. I was in lust with this one boy, it was foolish how much I changed my outlook on life just so I would have something to say. Making adjustment to my schedule just so I would be there for him. At the end of the day I ended up getting hurt and it was the worst feeling in the world.
Going to college was the best thing for me looking back at my situation. I had to leave my town and my family behind to find what I really wanted to do in life. One of my professors really instilled in my mind that no one will take you seriously until you do. I went to college hoping to fall in love with the idea of become a teacher or continue on the routine of becoming a radio broadcaster. Accepting that I was not happy with those choices. Traveling home one day, I discovered an old note book from third grade with all my aspirations for life. I wrote a letter saying that, “When I grow up I hope I am a chef working in a kitchen feeding all the hungry people.” Taking a step back reading the letter grasping the fact that food was my first love. So I started aligning myself to become a chef. If you have read my previous blogs you know I love food.
When I met Thomas it was not love at first sight. Do not get me wrong there was a physical attraction, his eyes on that day were deep sea blue and his bright white cheeky smile took my breath away. Even though he does not like beer one bit we drank all my beers while we played and lost at beer pong. I know, knight in shining armor. So after exchanging numbers are relationship progressed pretty fast. We shared many of the same values and just grew together. That was when I truly fell in love with someone instead of just going through the motions.
Becoming pregnant at a young age was hard I become very sick going to the hospital about three times before being placed on the right medication. My family was not happy about it and that awful feeling, I would not put on my worst enemy. When I was able to enjoy being pregnant it was great, seeing that little human grow inside of you. Picking and re-picking out names and oodles of window shopping. As the day approached, we did not know it he was early, we were so nervous. The day he was born, Thomas and I went to my sister’s house for her birthday party/get together. I had to pee every five to ten minutes. Consuming spicy food because that’s what I was craving and after we crashed at her house for the night, Little Knight was ready to join the party as well. Not going into labor details right at this moment but, when I first held my son I never left so much love. At that moment I knew what love was. Seeing the person that I created, well help to create it takes two to tango, in my arms was the best feeling and that is love to me. My son is a product of love and when I see him first thing in the morning or when he is asleep at night my heart gets warm. I will continue to cherish ever kiss and hug along the way.
What do you consider love and what do you love the most?
Until next time stay beautiful and blessed.