I was flipping through a magazine and was struck by a question for an essay contest:
When was the first time you knew you were loved?
Of course, my mind began to reel backwards through all the times I’ve experienced love so I could answer this question. Craig was my first real love, and there are five little people who joined us for a new kind of love. There’s this other love with my dog where she thinks I’m God, though it is peculiar, it is also spectacular. In my search, I stopped on one occasion where I felt like I was in a dark pit and that’s where I found it.
I am writing an answer to this question and I’ll post it here tomorrow. I’m not a competitive sort of girl so I’ll dive into the art of the question and skip the contest. Though I could post it now, I hope you too will send your mind in circles through the past to answer the question: when did you first know you were loved?
I hope you will be willing to share your memory in a comment! “I knew I was loved when…” and try not to be influenced by anyone else’s answer. I think we all have a unique story. Let’s check back in tomorrow for our discoveries.