I was lucky to meet a man who not only fell in love with me, but who proceeded to love me passionately for decades. Without a doubt I felt loved and secure for many years. On countless occasions he showered me with gifts. He sincerely expressed himself on every occasion. I had a feeling of being loved and treasured. That feeling has kept me and nurtured me in too many ways to count. My husband and I divorced and then he passed away. He remains, now and always, as a source of feeling loved, of knowing deep down inside that true love is possible and as a standard of care that I must have for myself.
More than anything else, I would like for my adult kids to have this confidence in love by way of experiencing it. I would want to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they feel loved, treasured and cared for. At the end of the day, this requires two things: courage and gratefulness. Courage to risk love and gratefulness to acknowledge it when it is present. As with anything there is a cost, but exceptionally, love is well worth any effort given.