The Greatest of These

Well, we are buying a house in Texas!  Yikes, this is very exciting! As part of the incentive to entice us to buy, the sellers said that they would install granite countertops in the kitchen. So my mom and sister went to the house today while it was undergoing inspection to look at granite samples in the kitchen. They were taking photos and texting them to my e-mail, as Hubs and I were sizing up the choices.  It was all very much a group effort, and I'm so thankful to have a mom and sis who were willing to drive 45 minutes to be there for us in our absence, now that we're back in California.

A couple of hours later, Hubs and I were eating lunch together, and somehow we began reminiscing about our engagement, and the day we went to look at engagement rings. I was telling him how wonderful it was for me, as a woman, to have my beloved want to buy such a beautiful gift for me, simply because he wanted to give me a beautiful gift. It made me feel lovely and treasured.

Then suddenly, I began to cry, big sobbing tears. Something about our conversation tapped into a well of emotion that was lying just beneath the surface, and scratching the surface released a geyser of feeling. It is one thing to be loved by someone when you are feeling lovely, and it is quite another to be so loved during your most unlovely moments. Sitting across the table from me was my husband, a man who has now known me in my loveliest and most unlovely of moments, and his love for me has been steadfast.

In the midst of reflecting on my engagement ring and making "first world" decisions about granite countertops, I was reminded that none of that really matters, and it certainly pales in comparison to one of my life's biggest and most enduring treasures: the unconditional love of Hubs.