@brittarnhild
I am reflecting on love these days.
To love. To be in love.
Marta and her boyfriend are in love. A condition where you float on cotton clouds in an air filled with angle music. I have been there. Done that. Sure I have.
My parents love. Each other. A verb. To love. Also a condition, but not only that. A marriage soon to be 60 years. Still this deep love. Love which some days come on angle clouds. Other days you have to work for it. Some days you have to fight.
My father is having some health issues. I was with him and my mother the other day when the ambulance came to take him to the hospital. Two beautiful, young women, the doctor and the driver. My father looked so vulnerable when they took him away, and to cheer him up I said: "Aren´t you the lucky one to be taken away by these two beautiful women". From his high fever he opened his eyes, looked around, on the doctor and the driver, on me, then finally on my mother. And with his eyes resting on her a smile found his way to his face and he whispered: Oh, you know, I am a spoiled man as it is. Has always been"
