http://www.soulpancake.com/post/1023/what-do-you-tolerate-in-the-name-of-love.htmlSure, we all have our own definitions of love (and what we'll put up with in its wake).
Take my parents. My mom never emphasized beauty to my sister and me. So I wasn’t sure what to think when she told me that she’d had her eyebrows tattooed on at a party with her friends. “Mom, was there alcohol involved?” is what came out of my mouth. “Oh, just a little wine,” she responded with a giggle.
When I picked up my parents from the airport for my cousin’s wedding rehearsal dinner, there they were. The eyebrows. Tattooed in black, arched as if in anger. What?!?
Of course, the first rule of childhood is that you don't insult your mother. So out of her earshot, I asked my dad what happened. He shrugged and responded, “She likes it.” His response made me wonder about love.
What do you tolerate in the name of love?
I tolerate messiness...I will never have a showplace home, there will always be animal hair on my furniture and I'll always find mystery stains here and there...
I tolerate an obsession with collecting scraps of thread, rope, twine..
HE tolerates me...