24 Jan 2013
Nothing clears my head of clutter quite like listening to Top 40 radio on my way home from work. While I’m sure Selena Gomez is now an expert on love because of her failed relationship with Justin Beiber, her words in “Love Song,” really made me think. Is it true that “Every beautiful thought’s been already sung?” And how do you love someone, “like a love song?”
Most love songs that I can think of are about the wonderful aspects of love. They are about when love is shiny and new and life is still perfect. They are about long flowing hair dancing in the wind and the strength felt in a warm embrace. Nobody would write a love song about that one time their fiance rubbed their back while they got violently ill. Because that’s just not pretty is it?
I experienced love quite unlike a love song this past weekend. After dealing with a mild stomach ache all day Saturday, when Sunday came, I felt like I was certainly getting sick and decided to stay home from church that night. My fiance Zack, who is very committed to our usual evening church service, surprised me by offering to keep me company and make sure I was taken care of.
I get quite agitated and all my responses turn in to grunts when I’m sick. Poor Zack was such a trooper as I muttered incoherently and frantically for him to turn on the little fan that was propped up in front of my face as I was lying on the couch. Experiencing hot flashes and cold rushes, Zack didn’t mind turning the fan off and on repeatedly or running to get me a wet wash cloth when I thought for sure I would pass out if I got any warmer.
Once he figured I was settled with my fan to keep me company, he went to the grocery store for my requested applesauce and cheerios and my movie of choice, “Frankenweenie.” Kindly, he didn’t complain as the cat lapped up the applesauce when I was too nauseous to eat it anyway. He didn’t laugh as I hid under my blanket to avoid the smell of cheese while he ate his pizza, and he humored me by muting the TV every time a food commercial came on. It didn’t even bother him when I asked if we could stop the movie 20 minutes in because I was too sick to watch the rest of it.
After two days off, I found myself driving in to work thankful for the experience of the stomach flu. Not that I enjoyed the pain or the nausea or lying on the couch for three days straight. I did, however, get another opportunity to experience my fiance’s love for me like never before. He selflessly gave his time and compassion to me when I needed it the most. He dealt with the unglamorous at the expense of making sure that I was taken care of. It’s certainly not something a Disney star will be singing about any time soon, but I sure am happy that he loves me beyond the confines of the standard love song.