That's Amore...

There is one thing in life that seems like a huge gamble...a throw of the dice...and yet it seems like everyone gets to experience it.

It's love. The feeling of being with your person. The one who fell head over heels for you. Flawed and dented and imperfect you. Let me give you an example.

Dane and June are two of my good friends. They're a match made in heaven--cut from the same mold. Both of them are intensely musically talented and have sparkling personalities. One balances out the other. The slightly freaky thing is, if Dane hadn't gone to the college that he did and went the Lutheran track (which, by weird coincidence, he's on anyway), these two people would have never met and would be floating around without each other. I can't see that happening in any universe.

True love is proof of God. He directs us to those that we're supposed to be with. How else would you explain so many of the good couples?

Note: true love. That's different from true lust, which usually involves looking at a member of the opposite sex, thinking "I'd do him/her," and faking emotions to get in their pants. Sure, sometimes lust turns into love (after all, most every relationship has some iota of physical attraction), but if you get into something just because the object of your desire looks like Angelina Jolie, that comparison may fade after five kids, back problems, and a wheelchair enter the picture.

Love. It's...lovely.