sunday kind of love

tonight i had a great time at a birthday party and ripped into the jazz classic "sunday kind of love." it was totally fun. and when i sang it, it was sunday -- somewhere :-)

then we got into a discussion of a saturday night guy vs a sunday kind of love. well, in the world of me, we should be able to have both. get that down and dirty kind of "i love my physical life and all that it brings cuz it feels/tastes/smells/sounds/looks so goooooooooood!" and the "omg you are the g in my m and my o there are no words to describe the sublime non-physical-ness of this connection to whatever it is that we are connecting on/with/to. Etc...   I do love me some dot dot dots...

so what is that sunday kind of love? is it that love that loves what we look like on a sunday morning after a wild and crazy saturday night? Is it the love that is happy to say "pass the chips" when you are watching tv on a sunday afternoon? is it the love that says "let's go to church and find god in the little things which may or may not include the what we did last night" kind of love?

bottom line - saturday or sunday, monday or tuesday, etc or etc, kind of love, there is love that we base on our idea of what we think love is or what we think love should be or look like, and then there is LOVE. Love. luv. luv ya babe. all that. it doesn't matter. What matters is, that the more we can love ourselves, the more thoroughly and completely we can love ourselves, the more thoroughly and completely and unconditionally we love ourselves, that is our Sunday Kind of Love. the love that lasts past Saturday night. The love that's more than love at first sight. A Sunday Kind of Love.

And btw - happy birthday Maren!