I know you’re thinking I’m going to talk about choosing your sexual orientation or choosing who you marry. Sorry about your luck, nothing quite that interesting.
I in fact believe that love itself is a choice. I don’t believe you choose who you fall in love with or when it happens, I do however believe that staying in love and making love work are choices that you and your partner make,.
I choose to love Mr. F. I choose to love him when he leaves the toilet seat up. I choose to love him when he forgets to throw away his trash. I even choose to love him when he forgets to buy me Christmas presents. I choose to love him because I didn’t choose to fall in love with him.
And he chooses to love me when I’m too tired to walk the dog. He chooses to love me when I complain about the extra pounds I’ve gained since the baby. He even chooses to love me when I whine because I have a simple head cold.
We choose to love through dirty diapers, spit up, and sick kids.
The choice we make every day to love each other is not simple. Its making a choice to forgive and sympathize. Its making a choice to begin every day with a kiss and to never go to bed angry. Its making a choice to surprise each other even when its something that seems small. Its giving up on battles that seem insignificant just so that the other person comes out happy.
Love is hard work. It is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Its definitely the messiest thing I’ve ever done. There are fighting words, and lost hours, hurt feelings, and eyes filled with tears. But I will continue to make the choice to love him until the day that I die, because doing life with him is worth every hardship and more.
I will continue to make this choice because even when I am upset over a fight we had, he is my person. He is my person who will pick me up and dust me off and put me right back on that shelf looking good as new.
Love is a choice, and I make the right one every single day.