Love Is Not Perfect

   Love is not perfect; it is acceptance. That is what I have found out during my time with Elena. I have always told her how beautiful she is and she always answers with "You only say that because you love me". It is not true, she is a very beautiful and sexy woman and all the stares and wolf whistles she gets while at work or when she is in her sweats, picking some milk for David at the local grocery store is a testament to that. However, there is more to her than her beauty and as anyone of us, Elena does have her faults.

  I love the way she plays with her son, the way he is always in her foremost thoughts. I have accepted, that I will always be second in her life. I love the way she smiles and tilts her head to one side as she looks at me. I have accepted that she wills always care about what designer label the dress I bought her is. I love the way she cries when she has fight with her sister. I have accepted that she will always get mad; each and every time I do not answer my phone, no matter how many times she has not returned my calls. 

  I love the way she makes me laugh, with her stupid jokes. I have accepted, that she will always be insecure about how I feel for her. I love her generosity, how she will tip a waitress $10.00 for a $7.00 meal. I have accepted, that she will never be Betty Crocker. I love the way she says my name. I have accepted that I will be forever in love with this woman I call my Hermosa Mariposa. Yes I have accepted.

 Yes acceptance is the most important part of love.