He has gotten it. I've just finished telling him that I've realized that I don't really know how I receive love. I've told him that I'm through with the scales and the balancing and the living constrained. I'm throwing caution to the wind in order to finally live a life loved.
Surprise and delight. I carry these words in my heart and I wonder if it is really possible to live a life unrestrained, where delight is just a wink away. It's hard to feel delighted when someone gives you a gift and you immediately start to weigh it against what you've done, what you've given, and whether you truly think you deserve it.
Delight comes without strings.
Delight comes in those peels of unrestrained laughter, often heard coming up from the bellies of small children.
Delight comes with rejoicing.
Delight comes with swooning.
Delight comes wrapped up in amazing packages, packages not filled with material things, but packages packed full of the important gestures of the heart.
Delight comes in the overflow.
Surprise and delight. Doesn't that sound scrumptious?
Last night on the couch, we make a list. We make a list of how we would feel loved and how we aim to love each other. Tangible things here. And now, we are on a mission, this husband of mine and I. A mission to fill each other's cups at random moments within the day, within the months, within the year.
Surprise and delight is just a wink away.
Linking with the Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday.