Love is a flag pole and a trip to a bunch of rocks. Yep, that is the height of my romance this year, 20 feet. Well, that's the height of the flagpole anyway!
Oh, its not that I am not a romantic, I am. I got Danny chocolates and I got him a card. But getting him what he has talked about for years means something more to me, to him than the traditional.
Here is the thing that I know about love, it means doing what you can that reasonably makes the other person happy. And this year, it is finally getting Danny two things that he has wanted for a long time. A pole on which to hang flags and a trip to the inner circle at the heart of Druid, alien nonsense.
Ok, the flag pole is also a gift for me because I imagine the neighbor is going to be pretty pissed when that baby goes up and gets even more pissed when we get some artificial illumination going on, too! And flying Old Glory will be nice. Add to that a Pillage flag or Cowboys flag and our house will be so cool!
But the trip to Stonehenge is not about me at all. This one is all for Danny. He likes the alien stuff. He watches weird tv shows when he can't sleep. He got divining rods for Christmas. He reads books written by people with crazy hair and crazy ideas. And I know that this trip will make him happy. Very happy. I know that I will have fun watching him have fun.
And isn't that what love is all about? Making people happy?! Sharing in their interests even when they are odd and a little freaky. Isn't love a little bit about giving and taking? Really listening to the one you love and then acting on those words.
So that's what our love has come done to, twenty feet of aluminum and a bunch of rocks.
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