What is love?

While this could be a very dramatic theoretical long post.  I promise it not to be.

I was asked what is my idea of love, a "perfect" relationship...And I really never had an answer.  Until now... Better late than never.

I've been able to take a step back and see where my life has been and where it should go.

While I will not into detail...
I never thought that true love existed.  I always thought that the girl who always raved about her hubby and family was really the one that hurt the most.  I thought that the couples I saw hand and hand in the public were the ones who were head to head in their home.  I always that Cinderella and Prince Charming didn't exist.  Okay, maybe I still believe that.

But in the end, true love in this day and age does exist.   


Talking about love...My note on the Boston Marathon-Boston is one of my favorite places to visit.  Running has become a favorite activity.  Both communities have been nothing but wonderful to me. 
I might be a Yankee but here we are all strong together and will get through this and run on.  Run In Peace...

Heather Feather

This was my nickname growing up.  My mom, my uncle, my sister, my grandma, and some others would refer to me as Heather Feather.  Loved that.  As I got older, classmates would say "Heather dressed in Leather, tell me the weather." Really didn't love that.  But oh well.  Now I am Heather, Heatha, Head, Heath, Heatherrrrrrr.  I love all of them! But I do miss being called Heather Feather-a tern of endearment that might be silly, made me feel loved.  You would think a hug or a "I love you" would make me feel that way but Heather Feather did it for me. So why am I writing about this here and now?  Well...

My uncle died last week after an almost 5 year struggle with Cancer. He was basically diagnosed after my grandmother's, his mother's, funeral in May 2008; Two weeks before Daniel's first birthday. 
We held my uncle's funeral consequently on my grandmother's birthday.  So many memories, like at all funerals, were brought up.  And even though I took in all the memories that I was not around for-because I am 10 years younger than my siblings and cousins-I held in my own simple memory that made me smile.  When he used to call me Heather Feather-when I used to feel a part of something.  A silly something.  A silly me.

Another reason I bring this up is that many people feel love via so many vehicles:
A hug
A kiss

An I Love You

A smile
A flower
A note
A letter
A text
A tweet
A facebook acknowledgment
A touch
A laugh
A dinner or lunch or breakfast
A wink

A song

A vacation

By loving yourself

A silly nickname...

I am sure there are many ways to show love; my list is a short but valuable one.  Check over your list. 
Love someone today!  It goes a long way.

And have a  Tequila shot for Uncle Roy and Grandma!