Love

imagesbyholly;32114 said:

The mundane takes on it's true glory in love.

This is part of how my husband and I fell in love. We were fifteen and sitting up in a large platform treehouse in the woods behind his house with a bunch of friends (I could never make friends in school, but I always had neighborhood friends). I was thinking to myself that I wished I could cut a hole in the tree branches to better see the full moon. The next morning my mom and brother and I were taking a walk on the dirt road behind our neighborhood (it links up to that treehouse by a short path). He was there, and yelled boo to see if I would jump (I startle very easily). I said see ya to my family and went to go chat with him. We were sitting there enjoying the shady pines and he said, "This probably sounds stupid, but last night I wished I could have cut a hole in the branches to see the moon." WORD FOR WORD what I thought that night. I was hooked!

Not that you must have these types of things happen to you to have love. Revel in mundane beauties. Because nothing is really mundane- just taken for granted.

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