noun: a quantity of precious metals, gems, or other valuable objects
verb: keep carefully
There are some things in your life that you just love. You would hate to imagine your journey in this world without them. Some things make life easier, make you laugh, make coming home…home. They are the gems in life to be carefully kept.
I love my husband. He makes me laugh. He pushes me to be the best version of myself. I love that he’s my partner in everything. No one knows me better. Marriage is another story, it can be complicated and difficult. My husband is straightforward and pretty simple. I love that he is interesting and engaging, a self-made, mans man. I respect his accomplishments. I’m proud of our life; I love what we have built together. I love that no matter what others see or think of him, he is mine.
I love my home. I have loved landscaping, adding onto it, and planning for the next season of planting and cleaning and painting. I love cleaning it and keeping the windows spot free to let all the light in. I love the front door that my husband designed. I love the noise the palms make when there is a breeze and the three oak trees that look like one, that shade the entire front lawn. I love my garden. I love my porch swing. I love my closet and my bathtub and the hall where my cross-stitchings hang. My home keeps me cool in the summer and warm in the winter. It is a quiet respite from the world and when everything is organized, the dishes are put away, the dryer is drying the last load of the day, the pillows on the sofa are fluffed, it gives me peace.
I love my dog Max. He came to us in a crazy sort of way; a replacement puppy. He was frightened and shy those first few days. I love that we turned him into brave and playful. I never had a male dog before Max. So I don’t know if these traits are in all male dogs, most male dogs, or just my Max?! But I love that he is truly incorrigible…AND the most loving dog I’ve ever come in contact with. He will pee on the floor or go tear up a bush or poop in my garden, then he will come give me kisses. He trolls around the backyard several times a day looking for intruders or maybe just mischief. I love that he then comes and noses my leg, checking in with me. I love that he will lay contently by my feet. I love that sometimes he will jump up in my lap and stick out his chest proudly declaring me his own. I love that he will do that to you too, as he knows no strangers. He just wants to love and be loved. And that’s what I love most of all!
I kind of like that about myself…treasuring my husband, my home, and my dog. I don’t even need a map to find where X marks the spot.
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”