Okay, I've recently had my heart broken. I've only been in love (-ish) once in the last decade and a half and he didn't feel the same way. It's made me cry...A LOT. But I also realized that (I think) only one man has ever been in love with me. And unfortunately, I didn't feel the same way about him. What's more, it wasn't the man I married. How sad is that?! How sad to be 42 and to realize that only one man in my entire life has ever been in love with me. How sad to have been married and divorced and realize that neither my husband nor I was in love. But I digress. My point is, I've had my heart broken recently and I'm kind of boycotting love right now...at least romantic love. So much so, that for the month of February, I refuse to endure a love story. Not a movie or DVD, not on television, and not in a book. And NO, I don't want to hear about your date night with the most wonderful husband in the world! I'm healing, alright?!
But mass this weekend included one of my very favorite scriptures. One that will be included at my wedding...as if I'll ever have one.
[just a portion of the second reading at mass this weekend]