by Sherry Umlah<\/p>\n
If there\u2019s one thing I\u2019ve learned from time<\/p>\n
it\u2019s that love can\u2019t always be counted on,<\/p>\n
but you can always count it in.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
After a while, you learn there\u2019s more than one kind of love<\/p>\n
and that sometimes giving love<\/p>\n
is easier than receiving it;<\/p>\n
easier than losing it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And if there are two<\/em> things I\u2019ve learned from time,<\/p>\n it\u2019s that the wise man who said<\/p>\n \u2018it\u2019s better to have loved and lost<\/p>\n than to never have loved at all,\u2019<\/p>\n well, maybe he wasn\u2019t wise<\/p>\n and maybe he never loved at all.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You can line up and count the hearts of those you loved.<\/p>\n You can count the number of years you loved them.<\/p>\n You can count the seconds of silence after the first time you told each other you loved one another;<\/p>\n Count the number of times your heart skipped beat.<\/p>\n You can count the number of days, hours, minutes, and seconds you spend apart aching and missing one another.<\/p>\n You can count the number of tears\u2026 of joy, of fear of losing joy, of unconditional love, of sacrifice, of wholeness.<\/p>\n You can pull the anniversary cards out of the drawers, dust them off and count the memories.<\/p>\n Count the photographs, the trips, the shared experiences.<\/p>\n You can count fingers, toes, and freckles – every strand of hair on her head.<\/p>\n You can count the number of times his chest rises and falls as he lays next to you sleeping.<\/p>\n Count shared sunrises and sunsets.<\/p>\n Count dreams.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You can count the arguments,<\/p>\n the times you made up,<\/p>\n and the times you just let it go.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Count those unexpected gifts at unexpected times.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In love, you can count this all in,<\/p>\n But it\u2019s love that you can\u2019t count on.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And when it\u2019s gone and you remember the 5 years celebrated,<\/p>\n the 4 shared vacations spent engulfed in each other,<\/p>\n and the 3 bottles of wine<\/p>\n drunkenly shared between the 2 of you\u2026.<\/p>\n Just remember 1 thing\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n No matter where you are in life \u2013 you can always count love in.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Love\u2019s right there in the number of photographs in your family album.<\/p>\n The number of nights you spent staring at your child while he slept.<\/p>\n It\u2019s right there in the number of anniversary cards in your drawer.<\/p>\n In the number of times you prayed for someone\u2019s safety.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It\u2019s there in the beauty of the sunrises and sunsets that rose and fell and<\/p>\n the number that will still rise and fall.<\/p>\n It\u2019s right there in the number of times you laughed when you wanted to cry;<\/p>\n in the number of skipped heartbeats you can\u2019t get back.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It\u2019s there in the number of silent minutes you spent kissing with your eyes closed,<\/p>\n and the number of missed opportunities to kiss.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n If you have to chalk it up to a lesson learned,<\/p>\n make it a lesson loved<\/p>\n and count love in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Sherry Umlah If there\u2019s one thing I\u2019ve learned from time it\u2019s that love can\u2019t always be counted on, but you can always count it in. After a while, you learn there\u2019s more than one kind of love and that sometimes giving love is easier than receiving it; easier than losing it. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[75],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=468"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":469,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468\/revisions\/469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sherryumlah.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}