tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188605807794963836.post7321852135673975558..comments2010-02-06T09:45:20.851-05:00Stephanie Shotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05665743876221130043noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188605807794963836.post-86318541413685178232010-02-06T09:45:20.851-05:002010-02-06T09:45:20.851-05:00Donna,<br />I see you popped in over here. You are so right. I always say, &quot;When the googoos are gone you&#39;re left with a choice.&quot; Sounds like we have a lot in common. :-)Stephanie Shotthttp://www.stephanieshott.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188605807794963836.post-14285827326230487272010-02-06T02:01:34.365-05:002010-02-06T02:01:34.365-05:00Love is definitely a choice...it&#39;s not a feeling or a passing whim. I might have started out &quot;in love&quot; with my husband - but now it is much deeper and stronger than that first &quot;butterflies-in-the-stomach&quot; feeling ever was. <br /><br />Respect is something that seems to get lost in the mix, I think, when we think of love. What I think is respectful, my hubby may not. Finding out what makes him feel respected and honored is always a good thing to do. <br /><br />Hmm.I think I need to follow my own advice. Now on a mission... :)wordwranglernchttp://wordwranglernc.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com