How to Make Love Every Day ... Guaranteed










Don't Hope, Friend...Decide!
While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had
one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk
about. You know, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly? Well, this one
occurred a mere two feet away from me!
Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the
jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped
right next to me to greet his family.
First, he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down
his bags. They gave each other a long, and movingly loving hug. As they
separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's
so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat
shyly, diverted his eyes, and replied softly, "Me too, Dad!"
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 9 or 10)
and while cupping his son's face in his hands he said, "You're already quite
the young man. I love you very much Zach!" They too hugged a most loving,
tender hug. His son said nothing. No reply was necessary.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one and a half) was
squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes
off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi
babygirl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed
her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her
from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her
head on his shoulder and remained motionless in total pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and
declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the
longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes
for several seconds and then silently mouthed, "I love you so much!" They
stared into each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while
holding both hands. For an instant, they reminded me of newlyweds but I knew
by the age of their kids that they couldn't be. I puzzled about it for a
moment, then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display
of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly
felt uncomfortable, as if I were invading something sacred, but was amazed
to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been
"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those," he replied
without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. "Well then, how long
have you been away?" I asked. The man finally looked at me, still beaming
his joyous smile and told me, "Two whole days!"
Two days?! I was stunned! I was certain by the intensity of the greeting I
just witnessed that he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not
months, and I know my expression betrayed me. So I said almost offhandedly,
hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to
searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after
twelve years!"
The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with
an intensity that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left
me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope friend...decide." Then he
flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!"
With that, he and his family turned and energetically strode away together.
I was still watching that exceptional man and his special family walk just
out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?"
Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My