There are many different kinds of love. One is love for country. That is especially relevant today for Australians and New Zealanders, as we remember our Anzacs, and those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, sacrificing their lives in war so that we can live in freedom and in peace.
There’s family love. We saw a lot of that as hundreds of people gathered at HMAS Cresswell navy base at dawn to remember loved ones who had been killed or injured in war. There were those remembering husbands, fathers, grandfathers, wives and mothers who served in the defense forces.
Later in the day our choir sang at the Anzac Day service at Huskisson. Women there marched with medals pinned to their chest in honor of husbands and fathers who fought. Mick has never been to war, so I could only imagine how they felt. Schoolchildren other locals laid wreaths of flowers in remembrance and love.
Then there’s married love. Married love also has an element of sacrificial love. It’s about giving up our rights and needs to please and support and encourage our spouse. I saw evidence of that this morning.
I’m a morning person. Mick’s not, so on most mornings I am up easily an hour or two earlier than him. But this morning he got up at 4am with me, so he could come with me to the dawn Anzac service at Cresswell, where our choir was singing. Other husbands or wives of those in the choir also came to support their respective spouses. They’re only little examples of putting the other person first. To me that’s what marriage should be all about. If he had been the one involved I would have been equally as supportive and gone with him.
By 8.30 we’d been to the dawn service, done the washing up and washing and gone for a walk. I suspect we’ll bit peter out this afternoon. But it was lovely to be able to share two Anzac services together.
The quote on my calendar today says. ‘To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.’ I saw evidence of plenty of love this Anzac Day.
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