I have long had the theory that if you do something with love, it will be felt throughout. This past weekend is a great example. My father wanted several of his belongings and pieces of furniture moved up. A new home doesn’t really feel like it’s yours until you have your most favorite things around you.
And so my man and I went down to Mom and Dad’s, loaded up a 16’ truck full of his favorite things and drove them up to the new house. Dad is taking full advantage of the fact that there is space for his things now. So, with the help of some wonderful friends, we unloaded the truck and arrange Dad’s new room.
When my father returns, he will find his room full with his bed, his desk, his favorite chair and other items he picked to have with him. My man and I arrange everything last night, moving heavy solid wood furniture, pulling out the tape measure with blinding speed, trying not to fall over the cats and trying not to trip over each other. The result is warmth that you can feel as soon as you walk in the room. A room filled with, arranged with and designed with thought and love. It is my favorite room in the house so far.
It seems that when you are doing for another, being of service to them, whatever love is felt is returned ten-fold. Doing things for Dad helps me feel better. It makes me feel as if Mom is smiling as she watches over us. It melts away all my heartache, channels it into something positive, and makes me smile. Serving others helps me heal. I can no longer do for Mom, but I can do for those she loved most and make sure they are good. And the is no doubt she loved Dad the best and the most.
Now, to arrange the rest of the house in the coming weeks. To make it ours, warm and comfortable. A sanctuary in a crazy world, a place of rest and peace. And love.
Special note: I am the luckiest woman in the world to have such a wonderful man as my partner. He has been there for me, putting up with me in my emotional, grieving state. He has been patient, letting me cry when needed. He has been amazing to my father, treating him with nothing but kindness and respect. He has lifted and moved heavy furniture, called on his friends to help, done dishes and laundry, eaten questionable cooking, and watched TV shows just because I liked them. I have been treated with more kindness, grace, gentleness and love that I deserve or could possibly hope.
There is a saying that when a woman is loved the right way, she becomes 100 times more than she ever could have been. He has shown me this is true. And I am blessed.