Feeling the Love

Love is patient. Love is kind. And sometimes love is spontaneous and crazy.

On Valentine's Day, at 11:30 p.m. Ben impulsively decides, "Let's go to the beach!"

"Are you serious?" I ask, not quite sure how to take him. He was serious. So we make coffee, dress warmly, wake up the dog, and hit the road by midnight. By 1:30 a.m. we've reached Ocean City and are walking on the beach in the moonlight.

One of the things I love about Ben is that he can make me do things I would never otherwise do. Without him, I'd live a very serious and simple life. There is a saying that "opposites attract," and Ben and I are testimony to its truth.

This year's moonlit walk will always be a special memory. But another thing I love is that every year, Grace knows I'm not the only one who's going to receive flowers and a gift. Nothing makes you love a man more than when you see him loving your child.



And nothing melts your heart quite like when your child shows you love, too. The morning of my book signing, Grace's first worry upon waking was the pen I would be using. She remembered that many authors have special pens they use to sign their books, but I couldn't find what I was looking for at the store. So she jumps out of bed and hurries to her desk. "Here, you can use my favorite pen. I love the way it writes. Just don't use up all the ink." I think I can promise that!

Although I didn't get to bed until 4:00 a.m. Saturday morning and spent most of the day recovering from our crazy adventure (I'm getting a little old for the all-nighters!), I'm feeling very blessed and grateful, and appreciating all the love!