My gift to myself

Today is Mother's Day and this blog is my gift to myself. It's something I've talked about doing for ages and I've FINALLY run out of excuses. The fact that it's Mother's Day is timely given the whole "lunchbox" reference since it was my mother who packed my lunch practically everyday growing up (I know dads do it too so forgive the maternal connection).

Anyway, this blog is dedicated to all the couples out there who have graduated from infatuated consumers of love (you know...the ones lost in the throes of early romance, giddy lovers caught up in the excitement that goes with being in love with well, a stranger) to educated consumers of love who've learned that, when it comes to love, they'd rather have a packed lunchbox than an empty designer handbag.

Let me elaborate. The whole "Love is a Lunchbox" concept grew out of the disaster of a wedding I had a little over six years ago (more on that later). Well, the disaster left quite an impression and I started thinking about "love" in a totally different way than I had previously. I came to the personal conclusion that love really is like a lunchbox. It should sustain you, nourish you, and provide you with the energy to keep going. It doesn't have to be gourmet, bologna will do just fine, and it probably won't be exciting and new all the time, predictability isn't always a bad thing. And unlike the designer handbag that will inevitably end up at a thrift store once it's no longer fashionable, a lunchbox can withstand the scrutiny of time. Now, don't get me wrong, everyone loves the surprise pudding cup or equivalent now and again, but it's the staples that make the meal. Well, I guess I can quit speaking in metaphor and tell you that, in my opinion, it's the same when it comes to love.

So, for all of you reading this who appreciate that love isn't always a whirlwind of romance and passion, and that it "settles" after a while into something often disguised as unremarkable, this blog is for you. I'll share my stories, including the one about the disaster wedding, and I hope you'll share yours. My hope is to create something that will remind me to look for love in the most mundane places. It may, afterall, just be hiding between two pieces of bread.