sloppy love…

My brother did an incredible job of lip syncing, “The Lunch lady Song” by Adam Sandler, in a class performance my junior year of high school… it was unforgettable. I bring it up because I misspelled sloppy on the title of this post and I was brought back rather vividly to this event in my forgettable high school days…. but I think it applies… Love is schloppy.

I think that many of us long for a love that is clean, crisp and lasts forever. But that is not the case, most often it is something quite the opposite. Sure there are times of crisp moments and clean lines, but how long does that last? A moment, an afternoon, or a day? Unfortunately in this world the infinite is not sustainable.  Maybe that is what makes it so damn attractive, it is an escape from the normal, it is in an instant, an evening, or a night…. that a spark begins, that a flame ignites and that is what we are always trying to re-ignite in our lives. A flare of love, that reminds us of the hope of tomorrow and the peace of today.

I want schloppy love, not heaped on my plate one spoonful after the other, but in stolen moments of time that last forever.