If you listen to NPR you know about Story Corps. (If you don’t listen to NPR, you can find out more about Story Corps here.) I’ve listened to a few Story Corps stories and well…meh. You know what I mean? I just thought they were kind of boring and whatever. Not my cup of tea. And, I’m not gonna lie, when Story Corps comes on I generally turn it back to X-96 to see if I can catch the Boner of the Day or something.
For some reason today I listened to Story Corps. The story was about a couple that were in love as children and then reunited 20-years after going their separate ways. And, I’m not gonna lie, I got a little misty at the end of it. Ruined my sweet sweet eyeliner before I even got to the office.
I thought to myself, “Have I turned into a cheesy romantic?”
See there is just one thing I know for sure: God is love. Big, wild, ridiculous, whole-hearted love. And the more you love, the bigger your heart gets and the more you have capacity to love. It’s endless.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the lovely love story from Story Corps. It reminded me of this lovely picture. Which reminded me of this other lovely love story.
GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
by Sam McBratney
Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.
“Guess how much I love you,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t think I could guess that,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
“This much,” said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.
Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. “But I love YOU this much,” he said.
Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you as high as I can reach.” said Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you as high as I can reach,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.
Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.
“I love you all the way up to my toes!” he said.
“And I love you all the way up to your toes,” said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.
“I love you as high as I can HOP!” laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.
“But I love you as high as I can hop,” smiled Big Nutbrown Hare – and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.
That’s good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that.
“I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river,” cried Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you across the river and over the hills,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
That’s very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.
“I love you right up to the MOON,” he said, and closed his eyes.
“Oh, that’s far,” said Big Nutbrown Hare. “That is very, very far.”
Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night.
Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, “I love you right up to the moon – AND BACK.”