Over at her long-dormant Valkyrie of Discarded Thought, Becky is finally blogging again, first about the secrets to a happy marriage and then about our run-in with a drunk driver in Buffalo last weekend. (As Becky aptly summarizes it: “our drunk driving man is a) drunk, b) has no ID, c) has a bag of weed on him and d) has a nasty hooker in his car.” Yes, it was an entertaining encounter.)
In the happy-marriage post, I particularly like this paragraph:
I think it’s important to remember that love doesn’t only describe a feeling. Love is a verb. Verbs are actions and therefore, love is an action. Sometimes feeling the love isn’t enough. You need to see it and experience it. For example, Brendan will occasionally clean out my car when I accumulate a ridiculous number of half full water bottles. He’ll drop what he’s doing if I’m headed to bed before he is and I can’t find my teddy bear. He’ll indulge me by listening to my endless proclamations about the wonders of my Netflix queue. I smile and nod when he starts hypothesizing about Hurricane Ernesto and what the latest computer models are saying.