Love & Art of Loving

This morning, we were greeted with 15 centimeters of snow. It continued till mid morning. I sat in front of the window doing paper work electronically while the Husband was busy doing his art in his studio. I fixed lunch for us and served him a couple of rounds of tea. We exchanged our hug, kiss and "I love you" when we ran into each other -- without noting Valentine's Day.

Browsing through the Windows Explorer, I came across some video clips we took of Sienna for the past few years. On one clip, little Sienna was banging on the stairs with a stick-like thing. The Husband standing beside her pointed out gently that was a precious object of his. I was like, "let her, let her, I am shooting." Then that thing did end up broken and I showed no sign of apology. I kept going and probably thought she was really cute. From this clip and others, I could see and hear how I bossed around with only Sienna in mind and in sight. I realized how much I had ignored my Husband since we had Sienna.

I am not a person with no virtue. In fact, I consider myself quite giving. Only the striking contrasts between how I treated him and her, and between how I treated him before and after that made me feel guilty. There were times when I worshiped my husband. I looked up to him and looked after him. Well, I also looked for opportunities, big and small, to tell him how he should treat me back the same way. I think Sienna gave me the opportunity to zoom out, probably a little too far.

Who says we didn't do anything on Valentine's Day?! I got some thinking going, very timely. The love persists. If love exists, it's all about the art of loving.