NYC and a Recipe for Love
New York City.
Busy. Wonderful. Breathtaking views. Beautiful buildings. Amazing markets. Magical everything.
I’ve been there before, but I’ve never seen it quite like this before. I’ve never seen it through these eyes before. These eyes that have fallen madly in love, had their heart shattered into millions of pieces, gotten back up and done it all over again. These eyes that have stared fear in the face, walked through it with head held high, cried, kicked, screamed, pondered the meaning of life. These eyes that have been blessed in so many ways. These eyes that have experienced so much love.
Life experience appeared to be all I needed to enjoy the magic and beauty of NYC!
A NYC city firehouse, more symbolic now than before 2001.
Chelsea Market and the bakeries within it…
Catching up with old friends near and dear to my heart…
And the beautiful family that comes along with it…
Thank you Billy, Charlie, John, MaryAnn, Uncle Richie, Rita, Tom, Richard, Taylor, Emily, Josselyn, Tyresa, Marc, Diana and Jennifer for unequivocally accepting me into your family! It is an honor.
So with that, friends, I give you my recipe for love. I won’t lie to you: It will take a lot of work. You’re going to need to get your hands dirty. You’re going to get a little bruised and battered. You’re going to cry. You’re going to hurt. But you’re also going to laugh a lot. You’re going to experience happiness you thought only happened in fairy tales.
This recipe might not work out exactly for you as it did for me, but add a pinch of salt here, a drop of vanilla there, and a whole lot of love everywhere, and I’m sure yours will turn out just like mine: sweet and delicious.
A RECIPE FOR LOVE by Lauren Lobley
2 Parents whose example and love provided a foundation for me to not only give love, but to have self love.
2 Siblings, Jarrett and Jillian, who I would die for, and who I would be nothing without.
5 cups Family who continued the example of love my parents taught me, and whose impact on me will live with me until the day I die.
5 cups Friends who have been there for me in times of happiness and sorrow, whose smiling faces are forever etched into my heart.
3/4 cup Old boyfriends who broke my heart, but who broke it wide open enough to let the love of my life in when the time was right.
1/4 cup Old boyfriends whose hearts I broke: thank you for being what I needed when I needed it. I wish you nothing but love.
1 tablespoon Self awareness that brought to me through life experience: heartbreak, tough decisions, and laugh-until-you-pee good times alike
2 teaspoons Self love, because if I don’t love me, what reason have I given anyone else to love me?
1 cup Trust, not only in humanity and your loved ones, but also in the universe, trusting that you are exactly where you need to be.
2 cups Understanding, and knowing what battles to pick, and which ones to just let go.
1 part Letting go of the past, and any preconceived notions you might have about how the way things should be.
An infinite amount of Forgiveness, because without it, we bring poison into new relationships, and ruin them before they even have a chance to grow.
1. Preheat oven to 350F.
2. Whisk all the ingredients together in a big bowl.
3. Bake for 29 or so years. Insert toothpick to be sure it’s ready: if it comes out clean, your LOVE is ready. If not, put it back in the oven for a few more years.
What do you end up with?
Someone to grow old with, in my case, Ted: light and love of my life, who challenges me when he knows I can do and be better, and accepts me for the things I cannot change.
*Important Tip: write a vision of your life in 10 years, and include your ideal relationship in that vision. The last sentence in my recipe is a line taken verbatim out of the vision I wrote for my relationship. I wrote the vision 5 years ago. I met Ted 3 years ago. Just sayin…*
Sending you much love,