A few days ago the Wall Street Journal ran a story about a heartbroken Argentinean farmer who built a giant forest in the shape of a guitar to honor his late wife.
It’s quite a romantic story.
It got me thinking about the size of love. Does bigger love mean doing bigger things? Can you measure love by how big it appears on the outside?
I don’t think so.
At least in my 24 years (i.e., I’m not an expert) I haven’t found that to be the case.
Big things are rather easy. You can plan a fun, thoughtful date for a girl you don’t even know.
But as love grows, it gets reflected in the small things.
The subtle acts to put the other person first. The tenderness to shut up and listen.
Not the forest itself, but the getting up day after day after day for 30 years to plant and prune trees.
You don’t hear of people breaking up because one partner refused to build a forest for the other partner. You don’t hear of relationships failing because the couple didn’t go on exotic trips every year.
People break up because they can’t put the other person above themselves. Relationships fail because one person won’t listen to the other person’s needs.
The bigness of our love gets reflected in the smallest of our actions.
So if you really love him, serve him. If you really love her, listen to her. And then go build her a forest, because dammit she deserves it.