describe your favorite moment(s) in love

describe your favorite moment(s) in love

 

That moment when you lay eyes on someone you haven't seen in a long time. When all you can do is look at them and smile.

 

you when you have something in your teeth or nose and they will gladly and caringly get it out for you

 

*not too gladly but caringly none the less pulls her finger out of her nose*

 

I have considered the original question.

My favorite moments in love were with my family.

 

falling....... & sharing

many live Dead moments......

 

I don't think I have ever been romanticly 'in' love. I have deeply cared about someone and loved them but wasn't in love with them. But my favorite moment with ones I love have definitley been with my family too.

 

The first time I heard the words "I love you" from my current girlfriends mouth. I'm glad it was my first time, as I don't think it would have meant as much if I would have loved anyone else first.

 

my favorite moment was when my little sister was a baby and i was feeding her her bottle one night when she was crying, and i rocked her...and and her tierd little eyes just looked at me...it was wonderful...

but bf wise...the best was just last night...him and i were laying in bed looking out his window in the dark, watching the thunder and lightening...it was the greatest

 

first contact

 

Hmm, my favorite moments in love...*sighs*

When my husband asked me to marry him. He called me on the phone at work while I was working as a medical secretary on my private line and when I picked up the phone, he said "*my full name*, will you marry me?" We were married the next week.

When I was giving birth to our children. It made me realize just how much in love I was and am. He was so patient with me, so loving, and just glowing when he first laid eyes on our precious little miracles. When we had our twins a year and a half ago, he stayed with me in the ICU until the doctors would kick him out, then he'd sneak off and visit with our newborn twins (one was in the NICU, the other was in the regular nursery), then he'd sneak back into my room again until he was once again kicked out. I was in the hospital for 8 days, and once I was tranfered to a less restricted area, he slept in a chair by my bed, never leaving my side, day or night, and he'd bring our little boy twin into my room and expertly change his diapers, give him his bottles, and change his teeny-tiny jammies, and he "fought" with the doctors to let him wheel me down to the NICU to see our little girl twin, even though they didn't want me doing much of anything at all because they were concerned about me being up due to my blood pressure being so dangerously high. He knew how important it was for me to see our little girl. We had had a traumatic birth, with our son being born naturally, but our daughter being born by cesarean, and she had not been breathing when she had first been taken from my womb. She was given rescue breathing and was doing well, but I felt so helpless with having her so far away from me. So he got the doctors to agree to let me go to the other end of the hospital in a wheelchair so that I could see our little girl.

Because I had slipped in and out of conscious the day after I gave birth to our twins, he wasn't able to talk much to me. Sometimes he said he'd put his lips up by my ear and whisper how much he loved me to see if I would respond, but he said that I never moved, never even flinched. So, he would sit and write me letters to pass the time. I hadn't even known he had done that until two weeks later when I was flipping through a notebook he had had in the hospital, and I found the most beautiful letter he has ever written to me. Everytime I read it, I cry.

I love how we sense things about one another, even when we're apart. How we seem to think the same thoughts at the same time. I love how we debate world issues together.

I love watching him with our children, he adores those kids, and it touches my heart because I know that they are symbols of our love, a part of us, and that he cherishes it all.

I love how he can always tell when there is something wrong, even if I don't say a word.

I love the way he looks at me. I love how he tells me how beautiful I am and how he feels like he's is the luckiest man alive.

I love how we cuddle at night, I feel so safe and happy in his arms. I love how he always reaches for my hand when we're in the car together. I love how he can listen to me talk nonstop, and how, even if he doesn't listen to half of what I say (LOL) he loves the constant chirping because he knows that all is right in "my world", and if I'm silent, he worries.

I love how he emails me or calls me from work, or when we text-message sexy little messages to one another.

I love how he loves me, despite my faults, how he has stood by my side through hell and back, how he's always supportive of me, and how he's made me a believer in true love.

Sorry this is so sappy, but I'm in one of those moods.

Peace, love, and happiness

 

Awww hippychickmommy, you made my eyes go teary! lol

My favourite love moment... is actually kind of sad ... My boyfriend and I had been dating about 4 months when my grandfather died. My grandfather and I were really, really close, more like father-daughter than grandfather-granddaughter... so needless to say, I was just a mess. Anyway, the day finally came, and there we were at the funeral, and I was listening to my brother give this really beautiful eulogy, and these tears kept sliding down my face. And my boyfriend, (yes, he came to the funeral, that in itself was beyond sweet) grabbed a kleenex for me, wiped the tears off my cheeks, and squeezed my hand. Nothing huge, nothing earth-shattering... but I realized that our relationship was deep enough that I could allow myself to be vulnerable with him, and that I wasn't afraid to show that I needed him. That's when I realized how much I truly loved him... sidenote: He also helped me put together the collages for the funeral parlour.. he sat for hours looking at photos, listening to my boring stories lol and came to both visitations, and stayed with me after.

I guess it's not a romantic story.. we have lots of those, too. But the way I figure it, it's easy to be romantic when things are happy - but when you can reach out and make someone feel loved when they're feeling so sad... that's amazing.

 

such a good point

 

Super Grrl, I think your story was beautiful...the fact that he helped you make that collage and was there for you in such a difficult time shows more than words can ever say.

Sounds like you've got a good guy there, sweetheart.

Peace, love, and happiness...