Love Costs

It seems almost like an obvious statement.

Love costs.

We know it does. We know how our kids cost us money and time or how our significant person sucks up our free minutes and bonus rewards. We know how our relatives can cost us a little bit of sanity every time we see them.

There are lots of ways that love costs. I thought for today, I'd share, just this once, some of the love costs in my life.

Love costs.

It's the cost of always repairing household things that kids wreck intentionally or accidentally.

Love costs.

It's the dates we never go on or the trips we never take.

It's the books or the clothes or the shoes we never buy.

Love costs.

It's the dreams stuck on shelves while we change diapers and coach little league.

It's the hobbies we long for that we left behind as our days fly bye.

It's the friends we spend time with when we think we have other things to do.

Love costs.

It's the friends we've been waiting around for.

It's the words we don't say.

It's the judgements we refuse to make.

Love costs.

It's the babies that come in and then go out.

It's the days and nights in Children's with children that will never belong to me.

Love costs.

It's the way we bite our tongue in meeting after meeting while lies flow freely.

It's the way we refuse to be baited by the "other mother".

Love costs.

It's in the quiet of the night when all that's left are photos and memories and tears.

It's the voice of one of "ours" asking if the baby is really going to be okay now that they've gone home.

Love costs.

I hope you're starting to see now. My life is simple and complicated all at once. What I do is love and it is both easy and hard. Always. There's no way to write it on a blank on a form, but that is what I do. And what if we all did it?

My world has no black and white. There is no room for it. It is all gray. It's not that I don't know right from wrong. Not that at all. It's just that when I start down that judgement path, I always seem to see myself and realize how many places I deserve harsh judgement. So there is no absolute for me, I'll leave that to Him. It's all love. It's all bittersweet. I think I know no other kind of love.



And the foot note to tonight's post is if it makes no sense, sorry, move on. I'm being blinded and confused by an insane sinus infection. More coherent posts are sure to happen in the future.