Love is strange

My legs are trapped under the weight of an 80 lbs black lab

I need not disturb the sleeping dog

as he snoozed and starts numbing out my legs.

Love is strange,

and reflecting on what it is can be …

an exciting and growing experience.

I am asked to draw hearts

over and over until my desire

to color them secretly comes in

but I resist that as this 2-year old

only wants hearts.

Love is strange,

and reflecting on what it is can be …

an exciting and growing experience.

The oranges are ready

with child-tempting delights,

and a meal that is not a meal

but a gathering of community,

understanding we are family.

Mother nor Father matter not

as we are in the family of God.

Love is strange,

and reflecting on what it is can be …

an exciting and growing experience.

What is love can’t be explained,

but you know when it is present.