You know what true love is? You probably THINK you know how to define it, but I bet you don't. I realized what true love is this morning, at about 7:45 AM. In a pool.
There are many things I could say I admire about Coach Steve. I could say that I admire that he used the word "nooner" during a conversation with me today without cracking a smile. That is admirable.
Of course, Coach Steve was mentioning that he coached at NOON on Tuesdays when I asked which other days he taught. Only for a moment, did I hope for something more...more...nooner-ish.
I could also say I appreciate that he offered for me to come see him in the afternoons while he taught "his kids." I only imagine that he would have to "give me some pointers" in between telling little Johnny not to pee in the pool...and for Lucus, a seven-year-old hooligan, to "stop flashing his penis." I appreciated the offer. What a nice guy!
I could say that it made me ecstatic today that I was doing my fastest laps ever because of his hands-on tutelage. No man has ever taken such an interest in my hips and how I go about turning them. But his watchful eye made me ecstatic as I completed my first 57-second lap ever. In my life.
But all the ecstatic feelings, admiration, and appreciation in the world don't necessarily equal love.
So I ask again, do you know what love is?
While I stared up at Coach Steve this morning, while he towered over me, while I floated in a pool, while he gave me timeless advice...he had gigantic boogies in his nose, and they didn't even make me want to puke.
THAT is love, my friends. That is love.