Rosy Love

We don't 'do' Valentine's day.

Red hearts and roses are too cliche for me to associate with love.
Or with those tanned smooth hands that gripped mine when I laboured to bring his babies into the light. Those hands that cradled their newborn heads and held them to his heart.
For the arms that are always open and the chest I rest my forehead on when I'm down and out.
Too cliche for the belonging, and the missing. For the generosity and the protection he offers.
Perfume, cards and jewellery seem out of sync with this groundswell of love, the one that transcends colour, age and emotion.
When I was fifteen he sent me my first Valentine's Day card. Be Mine? I was. I still am.
Let me take the opportunity now though, to say that as powerful a priviledge it is to journey through life in marriage, it is no walk in the park.
I have been as ungrateful and ungracious as a woman can be.
I have been sharp and brittle with expectation.
I have raged and sobbed and at other times, smiled and encouraged.
How he has known which side of grumpy to find me on any given day, I'll never know.
He is one of those few, all man but sensitive and uncritical.
We do life together - some weeks in a blur, some days in combat and some years tightroping between our own desires and the needs of the other.
Love is so bruising, grieving, desperate, placid and impossible. It is such a gift and grows as we do.
And sheepishly, I'll admit to now taking back my scoffing at the rose.
Its fragrance is well matched to the order of its velvet petals. Its thorns though easily draw blood. They are hardy, prune well but succumb to pests if not protected. They are vintage, age-old and come in thousands of varieties. They bring hope and are an international symbol of love. They bloom and wilt.
But more than this - the fruit of the rose, the rosehip is a wonderful pod of medicinal value. Among many other things, it is renowned as a nourisher and restorer of skin, supporter of white blood cells and eases joint pain, contributing to better sleep and energy levels. It has high levels of vitamin C, an important fighter against free-radicals in the sludge of our lives.
This delicate and common cliche bloom has my renewed respect.
As does my husband, whose strong shoulders and uncomplaining support of me and my conditions, deserves higher reward than he will probably ever know.
To you all, especially those of you who are spending this weekend in the pain of singleness, may you know the everlasting love of God, who romances and woos us like none other, if we walk softly and listen for that heart that beats for us.
Happy weekend of love :)
And Big Guy? Be mine?

Simoney  – (February 12, 2010 at 3:48 PM)  

Beautiful Amy. Well put. Have a lovely special rosey weekend :)

Cat  – (February 12, 2010 at 3:54 PM)  

beautifully written Amy....what a journey this love is....
happy love weekend!

Sammy  – (February 12, 2010 at 6:35 PM)  

Lovely Amy, so well said! We don't do valentines day either- he is my valentine every time I wake up and see how God has blessed me. ESPECIALLY with pregnancy hormones, he's kind and accepting and forgiving. He's mine and I am so thankful

Lyns  – (February 12, 2010 at 9:50 PM)  

Nice Amy. We don't do Valentines either.

Widge  – (February 12, 2010 at 10:30 PM)  

yip we are commercialism phobes too.
Amazing post Amy.

Greg  – (February 13, 2010 at 11:55 PM)  

Candles. Candles compliment roses in their cliche-dom. Throw choclates in and you have a trifecta. But candles, and candle-light, deliver such a wonderful metaphor for Love. Fragile. Defiant. Simple. Majestic. Dependable. Fundamental.

You bring the roses, I'll bring the candles, and we'll visit with Madam Cliche a while. She can provide the chocolates!

I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't be so scathing of Valentine's Day and how cliched it's become. A cliche is a Truth repeated so often that our humanity deems it boring. The Truth is that the day celebrates Love, and that's worth celebrating. I'm thinking maybe we're wrong not to "do" Valentines. I'm thinking we have just "done" Valentines, I love your gift; your post filled my tank to overflowing.

The Big Guy says Yes. Very. Madly. Deeply.

Angela Mobley  – (February 14, 2010 at 5:15 AM)  

wow...the truth of ths hits home. All of it. I love is what I felt but could not write.

Widge  – (February 14, 2010 at 1:44 PM)  

ooooooh you guys should get a room ;)
that was very very sweet to read

Cassandra Frear  – (February 16, 2010 at 8:56 AM)  

I'm so glad you found this kind of love. What a gift it is.

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