Oh, the things we do for love! It may be as simple as offering a friend that last piece of pie. It may be as simple as a sudden hug and kiss to our loved ones. It can even be as ephemeral as a smile, a handshake or a “how are you?”
There are of course little sacrifices, those things we do for love. We ourselves may want that last piece of pie. We may have had a disagreement with one of our loved ones, and resentment takes up a piece of our heart and mind; we don’t feel like doing those sacrifices. We may pass by people without so much as a smile.
But mainly the things we do for love is because we love that person, that husband, that wife, that parent, that friend, that neighbor, and so on. Strangely, it’s the smallest things we do for love that resonates, such as:
“Oh, let me do the dishes; you go sit down and have a cup of coffee.”
“I’ll go out and shovel the snow so that you can get out of the driveway.”
“Here, take my coat; you look cold.”
So many people do endless acts of kindness, and may never know how deeply those acts of kindness have helped and comforted other people. Those people may never get recognition for what they do, but the people they have been kind to will never forget their kindness.
And so on. The bonus of doing these seemingly little things is that 1) we have made someone happy, and 2) the happy also spills over to us. It’s a win-win for everyone. The great thing about doing things for love is that it spills over to others. They too may pass on the things we do for love.
After living so many years, I’ve finally learned that it really is the little things that matter; those things that warm our hearts and soothes our minds. We may never know what the other person is thinking, or grieving, or worrying, or doubting themselves; we have no way of knowing unless we ask and/or listen.
It doesn’t take a miracle or money to do these little things that we do for love. When in doubt, do those things for love. It’s a gift that keeps on giving.