Rituals are important things, they grant us a sense of peace in a troubled world.<\/p>\n
One of my favorite rituals is something I share with my wife. Since it means a lot to me, I\u2019m going to share it with you.<\/p>\n
Every day that passes, I try hard to tell my wife, \u201cI love you today<\/em><\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n Some days, when I\u2019m not sure if I have followed this ritual, I\u2019ll ask her, \u201cDid I tell you I love you today?<\/em>\u201d After giving the question due consideration, she either responds with, \u201cI think you did<\/em>\u201d, or \u201cNot today<\/em>.\u201d Since her short term memory is infinitely better than mine I usually bow to her recollection and either say nothing, or correct my lapse by saying, \u201cI love you today<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n Today I failed to follow my ritual before leaving home for work, so instead of asking her directly I sent her a text that read, \u201cLove you today. \ud83d\ude42<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n She replied by text, as she sometimes verbally does, with \u201cOnly today ??<\/strong>\u201d<\/p>\n I am more of a writer than a talker, so her text gave me a chance to frame my thoughts in words. My worded thoughts, {refined, as is an author\u2019s right,} appear below. They try and explain why this particular ritual is important to me. I hope they make you think about love, about the things that are important to you, and about the people and living creatures that make your todays bearable.<\/p>\n Now let me ask you this. Where do you spend your time \u2013 in the present that every today is, or in imagined tomorrows that may never come?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rituals are important things, they grant us a sense of peace in a troubled world. One of my favorite rituals is something I share with my wife. Since it means a lot to me, I\u2019m going to share it with you. Every day that passes, I try hard to tell my wife, \u201cI love you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[239,361],"class_list":["post-3900","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-love","tag-ritual"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3900","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3900"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3900\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3900"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3900"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3900"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Only today… I love you today, for today is the day that truly matters.<\/h2>\n
Only Tomorrow…\u00a0 Only tomorrow might never come, so do today the things you may not get to do tomorrow.<\/h2>\n
Only yesterday… I love you every yesterday, for our shared yesterdays are the containers of our deceased todays.<\/h2>\n