has nothing to do
or cartoon characters
on cardstock in little envelopes.
Real love doesn’t arrive on a certain day.
It isn’t pink, purple, or sparkly.
Real love serves. It sacrifices.
It shows up when no one else will.
Real love is on its knees for you every day,
interceeding for you,
though you will never know.
It waits in a crowded emergency room through the night.
It cleans the toilets, makes the spaghetti, doles out the cough medicine –
With a smile.
Real love anticipates need ~ and meets it.
It says the same thing over and over and over and over
Without complaint, without spite.
Real love forgives the most egregious sins,
Serves anyway, gives anyway.
Real love lays down its life, stretches out it’s arms,
Washes feet and bandages wounds.
Real love doesn’t come in a package,
isn’t tied with a bow.
It comes with hands and feet to serve,
lips to edify, teach and correct,
arms to embrace
and a humbled heart.
When my children remember me,
this is what I hope they remember:
that I loved them forever and ever,
more and more everyday.
No glitter, no sparkle,
just a love that laid down its life for them.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
I’ll be linking this post to The Better Mom ~ a fantastic blog!
~ Danika Cooley
Danika Cooley is the author of When Lightning Struck! The Story of Martin Luther (Fortress Press, 2015), Wonderfully Made (CF4K, 2016), and Bible Road Trip. Her work has been featured in internationally-recognized children's magazines over 150 times.