Shannon Kavanaugh | Synonyms for Love
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Synonyms for Love

Synonyms for Love

Synonyms for Love

Synonyms for Love

It’s a rainy afternoon when the boredom gives way to silliness and Daddy wrestles with Daughter on the floor while Baby Boy claps his hands and squeals wildly making Mommy grow sudden tears.

It’s the recognition that Your whole world sits in front of You on a small square of stained carpet. The most precious piece of carpet You’ve ever known.

It’s the first time Daughter says “thank you” to a stranger without Mommy’s prompt making Mommy gulp down a lump in her throat.

It’s the recognition that the monotonous repetition of Your days have a purpose. To raise kind, thoughtful, benevolent humans.

It’s the anticipation of a Family vacation–focused time on each other without the distractions of laundry and schedules and errands.

It’s watching Daddy take Daughter by the hand to explore a new and unfamiliar things like sand, sticks, worms and wildflowers and then watching raptured delight spread across Daughter’s face at seeing these things.

 It’s a delight that reminds You of how wonderous this world can be if seen through right eyes.

It’s an enlightening conversation on the virtues of the color red.

It’s pliable, hyper-extended fingers with palms reaching up for You.

It’s Baby Boy babble.

It’s a fall into a couch at the end of a long day, catching Your breath and then losing it again while you laugh Together about the funny things Daughter said and Baby Boy did.

It’s the inside jokes born from those funny things.

It’s watching bonds between Siblings sprout roots through laughter and play and sitting side by side in car seats and strollers.

It’s the near constant proximity to each other and feeling safety in that closeness.

It’s not having to question what You feel while sitting in crumb filled chairs eating familiar dinners around a Family table with assigned seats.

It’s not questioning any of these things as the purpose and reason for everything there ever was.

It’s knowing that everyday, even the bad ones, are synonyms for Love.

It’s knowing, without question or doubt or reason, where You belong, that You matter, and that the whole of You is so much greater than Your parts.

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  • chad jones
    Posted at 14:08h, 08 July

    Your painting of those familiar yet exceptional family moments really speaks to me. I was needing to reconnect to my “why” – you helped immensely.