#1. This is the teeny-bopper, makin'-out-in-the-backseat kind of love. It's not really even love. It's infatuation. But it does make you get a little weak in the knees and at first glance you swoon. What it is not, is long-lasting, practical, and it would never survive pets and kids (and not necessarily in that order).
#2. This is the yes-dear kind of love. The I'll tell you anything you want to hear, whisper sweet nothings in your ear kind. It looks good. It feels good. But stick around long enough and you'll find there's not a lot of substance in the long run.
#3. This is love. This is the weather any storm, bring it on I've got your back kind of love. This is the stuff that makes it through baby barf and puppies. And when it is all said and done you'd do it a hundred times over.
Which would you rather have?
By the way...we're talking about couches. Number #3 will be delivered tomorrow. Go on. Congratulate me! This is one of the happiest days of my life (this week).
I am the new Mrs. Bellingham La-Z-Boy.
2 comments:
You didn't major in nursing and public health! How could you when you are a major dork. hahaha....I made a funny. Congrats anyhow. If mom and I leave early enough we will be there for the blessed delivery. Can't wait to see you and your couch.
hahaha. That couch looks oddly similar to the one in my living room! :)
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