Love is an Apple Core {CELEBRATE This Week: 176}

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It was a busy day, the kind where I eat lunch in my car to make the schedule work. No matter how harried a day is,  I am still committed to living unhurried. So when I eat apples, I’m mindful. I pause and chew and taste.

I realize apple cores are evidence of true love.

In a world where creative dates and big bouquets of roses and gushy affirmations on social media for #mcm (Man Crush Monday) or #wcw (Woman Crush Wednesday) is considered true love, an apple core might seem laughable. The world says love should be fancy and make you happy.

This is a dangerous lie to believe.

Happiness is not a dependable marker of love.

Love is about sticking through the hard, even when the hard isn’t happy. 

The truth is, true love doesn’t care about personal happiness. It’s not egocentric. It cares about offering happiness to another person.

It’s apple cores.

Because the reason I have an apple core is because someone else did the grocery shopping late the night before. Someone else left the apple in plain view for the next morning. Someone else put my happiness ahead of his own.

Rarely is true love fancy.

It throws in a load of laundry at 11 pm and stays up to fold it together.
It takes the dog out in the rain.
It changes the sheets after the toddler gets sick in the middle of the night.
It does the dishes.
It makes the coffee.
It bakes cookies.
It runs into town to pick up and drop off and pick up kids.

It believes making another person’s life pleasant is more important than personal happiness.

It is unlikely a bouquet of roses with a love note will ever be delivered to my work. The chances of a profession of love for me on social media is statistically impossible. Unless I believe a creative date is when I ask friends to meet us at a favorite bar for dinner and beer, it isn’t ever going to happen.

But I have apple cores and the truth about true love: it isn’t fancy and it isn’t about my happiness.

The truth remains. The more I love in selfless and unprecedented ways, the happier I am.

This is the paradox of love.

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  1. You know when the waitress comes around and asks if you'd like a “warm up” for your coffee? I don't notice that my cup has gone a little cold. But after consuming all your carefully chosen letters and phrases, fonts and pauses, a warmth spreads through my soul. I am, as always, so grateful for you. Thank-you for sharing a bit of your warmth [heart] this night.

  2. I love the way you define love! We see love in so many ways everyday. This is the way to recognize it. Love to you and all in your world.

    Becca's comment was so perfect!

  3. I love the message of love. The simplicity of the little things that add up to so much love. I am thankful my husband and I have the similar values.

  4. Rarely is true love fancy. My favorite line:) Sometimes I think people, young ones especially, think true love is is big moments, big gestures, oversized. But it's not—it's this. And apple cores.

  5. Lots to think about in this apple core post. “No matter how harried a day is, I am still committed to living unhurried.” These are words I need to hear. And because you paused to chew and taste, we received this lovely post about apples and true love.

  6. When those jewelry ads show “diamond” love, I do wonder if it really happens, because like you, the apples on the counter mean much more.