This Valentine's Day, I'm twenty years married to the same guy. We're not all sizzling romance as we were in the early days, but love is good.
Still, I don't have enough love. Actually, I'll probably never have enough love.
That's the way it's supposed to be, isn't it? Aren't we made for desire, for longings fulfilled and unfufilled? It seems to me that I'm much more active and motivated by longing than I am by being satisfied. Whether it's longing for rest or food or touch or company, most of the real living happens between longing and fulfillment.
So, I hope that always, always, I'll be needing even just a little more love. That way, I will be more fully alive, awake, and paying attention to any and all possibilities.
Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.