To Blave: A guest post by Miracle Max

Wendy can't write her blog post today because she's been mostly dead for a while now. Don't worry. I gave her a miracle pill and she'll be fine. She just needs to wait at least an hour before writing.

When Wendy asked me to do a guest post about love, I thought sure. I mean, who knows more about love than me, right? And it really is true - there's nothing better than true love besides a nice mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich. Or cough drops. Or chocolate. But besides those things, love is right up there.

Don't roll your eyes at me, witch!

Really Max? You're gonna go there again?

Fine. People, this is my wife, Valerie. Valerie, this is people. Happy now?

Overjoyed. So what do you think you can tell these people about love?

Hey, I've been married to you for more than 80 years, I should know something.

Don't make me roll my eyes at you again.

Do ya mind? I'm trying to write a post here.

Don't let me stop you.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, love. You think love happens every day? Hah? Okay, yeah, it does. What? You were expecting something different? Look around. People everywhere are loving each other. Sure, there are other not-so-nice feelings going on out there, too, but love is all over the place.

The real question is why we love.

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret here: We wouldn't be able to love unless we had been loved first. It was a gift that was given us. A miracle if you will. And believe you me, I know miracles.

That was really nice, Max.

Thank you, Valerie. I do what I can.

I love you, Max.

I love you, too, Valerie.

Want to see what other people have to say about love? Then take a look-see at the One Word at a Time blog carnival. There's love all over the place there. Miraculous.

I've been mostly dead all day.

Yes, I know that I didn't post yesterday, but I have a good excuse! I've been mostly dead.


That, and I spent a good number of hours in the emergency room with my daughter. Not exactly a fun-filled day for either of us! She had a horrible migraine, which for her, presents with stroke symptoms. Nothing like thinking your 6 year old is having a stroke... So after many hours and a lot of i.v. meds, we finally got to go home...where she started bouncing off the walls. Mind you, I was still feeling pretty puny myself and not really in any mood to do anything other than sleep. Isn't it amazing how kids can bounce back?

This morning she was still concerned because she didn't get breakfast yesterday (she wouldn't have been able to chew anything) and was asking if she could have a second breakfast today because she missed yesterday's. Yes, she's part Hobbit.

As for me, I think I need a miracle pill from Miracle Max...with the chocolate coating to make it go down better.