It’s a promise, one not to be made lightly. It’s a serious proclamation made toward another person or toward the thing in life you love, the one you were meant to do.
I grew up seeing my parents, devoted to each other. My grandparents (Grandma and Grandpa and Oma and Opa) were all forever devoted to each other.
That’s not always the case in love though. I’ve since learned that too. Devotion takes time to achieve. It isn’t something that’s all that instantaneous.
It seems, now, as if it were something from a time gone by, over exposed and cheesy, like a paperback romance novel.
Maybe, it can be all of those things, love being another word for it. Still, I wonder where such devotion comes from. I will wonder that all my life.
I missed last year and may be sporadic this year, but I am eternally fascinated by love, in all its connotations, and so I will celebrate February, red, and love with Love Is In Da Blog again in 2018.