I Love Our Love The Most

We all have those moments that touch us. It seems as though we will never forget ‘that’ moment. It is so special it is as though it will remain in memory forever. How could we forget what we wore the first time we met our spouse? But we do. We think we will always remember our prom dates name. But we don’t. The forgetful list goes on and on. Time moves forward and that special moment have not only disappeared into time, but memory too. It may be lost forever or down the road an experience, smell, story, place or something triggers a spark taking us back to this special memory that has otherwise been forgotten.

Does forgetting these times mean that subconsciously it is not special or important to us?

I have had too many of these times. I wish I could remember every key part to my happiness, but I don’t. We are given the gift to build from these seconds. Sunday I experienced, yet what I am sure will become one of these moments, which will become lost in my memory’s collection.

It was a simple day. Adam and I were completing a long over due list of things around the house. We were making serious head way. There was nothing about it that made it stand out. We were working on the last item on the list. Kaden was under foot and Adam was hanging a heavy mirror. Our partnership came into play and I knew it was time for Kaden and me to leave the room!

Adam went into the garage to grab mollies.

Kaden and I stayed in the living room. We danced. We dance all of the time. I held him close to me and we swayed while hearing Eric Church in the background:

”Yes I Love Good Cold Beer
And Mustard On My Fries
I Love A Good Loud Honky Tonk
That Rocks On Friday Night
And Hell Yes I Love My Truck”

I smile. This song always reminds me of my husband. We continue dancing.

I feel Adam wrap his arms around us beginning to take the lead in rocking back and forth. I feel his breath on my skin as he tenderly whispers along with the song:

“But I Want You To Know
Honey I Love Your Love The Most”

He grabs us a bit closer slowing our sway…

”Man I Love How Redman Taste
And Damn I Love My Nascar Race
Any Song Sung By George Strait
Is Country At It's Best

Yes I Love Good Cold Beer
And Mustard On My Fries
I Love A Good Loud Honky Tonk
That Rocks On Friday Night
And Hell Yes I Love My Truck
But I Want You To Know
Honey I Love Your Love The Most”

Adam’s head is forehead-to-forehead with our son’s and he begins rubbing the small of my back. We continue our dance…

”Yeah I Love Scuffed Up Cowboy Boots
And Broken Tore Up Jeans
A Four Wheel Drive Eight Point Bucks
And Rocky Road Ice Cream
And Hell Yes I Love My Dog
And Jack D In My Coke
But Honey I Love Your Love”

I feel Adam’s head bury against me as we continue with Kaden in our arms. Tears are beginning to roll down both our cheeks…

”Yeah I Love Your Love The Most
I Love Your Love The Most”

Adam looks me in the eyes and with a soft voice says, “Baby, I love our family. I so love our family.” He had more to say, but stopped speaking. I heard everything he had to say through his eyes. They speak volumes to me.

I feel my throat cramp. I kiss him. We hug our baby. I squeeze his hand and lead the way up the stairs back into Kaden’s bedroom.

It is time to finish hanging the mirror. We go about our day. I wonder to myself if at this time next year either of us would recall this dance. Is this spectacular moment in the middle of a very mundane day going to flash by us?

It very well may get misplaced in the memory bank. And this is okay. I believe that to forget these moments is a blessing. Think about this: In forgetting these shared times means we have had so many of these joys in our life that we are unable to store each one to recall it later. It is only humanly possible to turn so many short term memories into long term memories. To have a life so full of happiness not remembering each single one is a blessing that I wish for us all.

I do know Sunday’s dance, touch and look was important to our path. It keeps our love front and center moving us forward.

And, baby, "I love OUR love the most."