How Do You L-O-V-E?

When my grandfather turned 50 we had a huge party for him. I was only about 9 or 10 but I remember that my Aunt had put together a scrapbook of his life and asked everyone to participate in it. I drew a picture of him by his beloved compost pile of all the neighbors leaves (this thing took up half the yard) with a si-fi contraption to catch the methane gas off it to power the house (he talked quite a bit about this and how it was possible to harvest compost gasses to power your house). My Grandmother (Min); however, wrote him a poem from Frank Sinatra’s song L-O-V-E and to this day I remember (most) of it. 

L is for the way you almost Listen to me when giving directions to a new place. 

O is for the Organized garage you keep with dangerous chemicals to boot.

V is for the Volume I have to speak for you to hear me across the room.

E is for the Endearing way we look at each other. 

She had much more in the poem and we all had a good laugh about it because it showed my grandfather’s little quirks that were frustrating, but encompassed all the ways that the little frustrating things made her love him even more. 

It’s the little things in people we love; however annoying we may think they are at the time they are the things that make the person. I don’t know what I would do if Tim didn’t lose his wallet or keys in plain sight at least once a week, but it’s what I love about him

L is for the way you Lose your wallet or keys and we scour the house, only to find it sitting in plain sight. 

O is for the way you Open your heart and emotions to me in your deepest despair and happiest of times.

V is for the way you Value my opinion and know that I value yours, even though we don’t agree.

E is for the Enjoyment we both get by just being in each other’s presence playing our video games.

How do you L-O-V-E?

~Candice C. Carver