Love looks different in every home. When I first started dating Nyasha he would bring me a treat every time we would go out. A chocolate or something. I never understood why he never got me flowers-- until we had a chat about it and he laughed. He didn't think I would like flowers. It's funny how we express love differently-- especially in the gifts we choose for each other.
This weekend we also had to talk to Ruth about the fact that her dog has been missing for a week. Last weekend Vivienne was admitted to hospital with a very high fever. She had tonsillitis and the admitting doctor suspected pneumonia. Thank God, he was wrong and her pediatrician came to see her and quickly discharged us and allowed her to heal at home.
The short hospital stay was traumatic for her and for me. It took several attempts to place the IV and my poor little babe that we brought in quiet and lethargic was screaming wildly.
When we returned home we found that Ruth's little dog, Lucy was missing. This dog has been Ruth's best friend for years. Lucy is annoying and needy to everyone who walks in the door but to Ruth, she represents all that is good in the world. Lucy has helped Ruth learn how to give and receive love and nurture in a way that only one who doesn't disappoint can. Lucy lights up with Ruth walks in the door and the same is true of Ruth when Lucy walks in the door.
Lucy has never held a grudge when Ruth couldn't connect. Lucy has never caused Ruth any pain.
Telling Ruth that Lucy has gone missing is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
She cried herself to sleep and so did I.
Ruth woke up differently than I expected her to. She woke up and asked if we could make breakfast and then go look for Lucy. She had a plan and was hopeful. As the day wore on, our search party of three grew tired but Ruth never lost hope.
When we got out of the car after visiting vets, animal shelters and covering our neighborhood in fliers I saw a not from her to Lucy that said, "Don't worry Lucy we will find you."
I do not know if we will find Lucy. My heart hurts for the sadness of my little girl. Our home feels less full without our annoying little princess of a dog. I want to believe that Lucy could still miraculously return home. One thing I do know is that this little dog has served our little girl so very well. In a way that I will never cease to be grateful for. Lucy was without a doubt a gift straight from God.
Love looks different in different times, places, seasons and lives. Love is an action. The greatest act of love was Jesus's birth, death and resurrection. This Valentines Day, for our family, love looked like a search party.
Love from Zimbabwe,
Gigi
1 comment:
Good morning, how are you?
My name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.
I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because through them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately, it is impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are very small countries with very few population, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.
For all this, I would ask you one small favor:
Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Zimbabwe? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Zimbabwe in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:
Emilio Fernandez Esteban
Calle Valencia, 39
28903 Getafe (Madrid)
Spain
If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.
Finally, I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.
Yours Sincerely
Emilio Fernandez
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