The older I get the more I realize the idea of a soulmate isn’t necessarily a significant other that you poke onna regular basis.  I pity the people who stumble through life waiting and searching for that musical cue, locked gaze and that one person who will make your life complete.  They’ve based their happiness on this unattainable idea, and so they moan and groan through life that love for them is forever elusive – ignoring what may be directly under their noses.

I loved my Grandpa madly but bless him; he based his happiness on others and their actions.  It’s a wonder he was so depressed throughout his life.  I admit at times I’m guilty of the same, but there’s a difference between loving someone and depending on them solely for your satisfaction in life.

I believe there’s deeper feeling for love of one’s child, parent, sibling, friend, etc.  Certainly the bond between a Mother and her child is a nearly impossible relationship to uproot.

What is love?  The serenity I feel when curled up in bed with Mom.  The tolerance for Allie’s many eccentricities such as I have to watch him eat and his pissing on the carpet.  The sacrifice I make every night I stick a needle under his skin to give him fluids.  Later when he’s feeling less fussy I tell him that as incredible as it sounds, I hate it more than he does, but I do this because I love him.  Love ya madly; Need ya badly.

Mother seems to think she can drive back after her surgery.  Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope!  Not happenin; you’re sitting in the backseat with your legs up.  And since you managed to weasel out of those air compression devices, you’re still getting the compression stockings.  I snap because I love.  Love ya madly; Need ya badly.

Bless Russ’s heart, there are times I’d like to kill him onna daily basis, but that also proves when you feel so strongly about someone’s actions you love ‘em madly; need ‘em badly.  

Although I have little faith in religion, I still try and listen because I realize how much it means to him.  Instead of beating him over the head with a blunt object for leaving the lids of the jar of peanut butter and jelly, I compose myself and patiently ask him to do so.  Why? Because I know if ever a crisis or terror he’s the first on the scene to protect me.  Love ya madly; Need ya badly.

When I learned my best friend Snookie had found a man who shared my feelings in believing she was the best person ever; my heart filled with glee and not an ounce of jealousy.  Why would there be? Love ya madly; Need ya badly.

How bout the pride I feel when I see my cousin growing from a boy to a spectacular young man?  And the need I feel to protect him from harm. Love ya madly; Need ya badly.

I don’t believe love should include doubt and anguish.  I didn’t say it was easy, there must always be compromise, but in the end there will be nothing left but tranquility and certainty.  


Love is tolerant
Love is sacrifice
Love is serene
Love is patient
Love is unselfish
Love is forgiving
Love is comfort
Love is boundless
Love is unconditional
Love is transcendent