Years only add to my understanding for what love looks like. Love picks you up when you can’t stand. Love wraps itself around you when you don’t want to be held. Love is a mist when you feel as dry as the Sahara. Love is the mystery when you are presumptuous to think you have all the answers. Love is the invitation to go further than you want to. Love stands beside you when no one else will.
I heard someone speak a few days ago about a song for how love is a “many splendored thing”. Splendor was such a delicious word. It speaks of brilliant appearance, magnificence and grandeur. What better description of love than all things beautiful.