There is something to be said for the lessons of history and lineage.
There have brought us to today, made us who we are.
These images at one time lined the table at my wedding. Greeting guests and reminding everyone of those that walked that aisle before us. Now they line the stairs in our home. Watching over us and showing our children the love that extends back through the generations.
Their stories are varied, the lives and loves different. Love doesn’t have just one face, one right way to be. It’s small and quite, simple and plain, rich an opulent, grand and large. It’s all these things and more.
Foreigners in a foreign land.
Neighbors and classmates.
A blind date.
Love is tales of gypsies and carnivals, traveling the back dusty roads in old cars, of church weddings and making your own wedding cake.
The stories are different, the images changes but the love was the same.
These are not the epic tomes of love and romance that sell novels. There may not be grand sweeping gestures and movie like endings. But the lessons that are taught in the smiling faces lining the walls are much more important then flowery stories.
We have been loved.
We are loved.
Love built this family.
Simple,historic love, that’s my Simple Moment, Bigger Picture this week. What’s yours?
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