Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Franklin P. Jones

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Henry Louis Mencken

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
William Shakespeare



Nostalgia has set in, and I am reminded of a time long ago and far, far away. My mom used to tell me over and over that saying you love someone isn't enough that your actions resound far louder than any words spoken. Words come so easily at times, but the actions that accompany those words are remembered for much longer.

My dad was a quiet man, who loved very deeply and sincerely, but he didn't speak of his love; he portrayed it daily in all of the things that he did for his family. All that he did was remembered by many. When he died, there wasn't enough room at the funeral home to hold all of the people who came to pay their respect. I was always so very proud of my dad and miss him dearly as do all of the people who knew him. He would go to the local cafe every morning to tease and joke, and his friends still talk and laugh about his antics even though he died in 2000.

But that is enough of that--I thought that you might need a little background on the 5'4" giant that was my anchor for so very long. This little story is one that my mom passed on to me that exhibits dad's love.



Mom and dad were walking through the pasture. At one time they were the cattle barons of Pulaski County--just kidding.
Dad has this frisky old bull named Tojo, and he could be a very mean one at times.

and at others be very docile--one just never knew about him.
Well, that day was not one of his better ones. He decided to charge my mom and dad. Dad picked up this little stick, got between mom and the bull, and said,"Run,Mommy, Run!" Fortunately for my dad, the bull decided that charging my dad with his tiny stick held high was not all that much fun, or perhaps, my dad seemed a giant to him also.


My mom told me that at that time she knew that my father really loved her. So love is not ruled by intelligence, but by the heart.