Contrasting momentary romance with a constant state of love.

We are entering into the season of LOVE where our culture markets a consumer-driven picture of romance; encouraging the world’s idea that love is measured by material gifts, monetary value, and sensuality. As if these well-advertised lies weren’t hard enough to dismantle and refute before you had kids; I’m willing to bet that your mom bun, dirty leggings and constant state of overstimulation aren’t making it any easier to reject. The image they’re trying to sell; even just for a night– jewelry and flowers (specifically long stem roses), an expensive dinner (just the two of you), wine and dessert (top-shelf, and indulgent), and of course the night ends in lingerie.  Now this idea heavily contrasts the “I Love You!” sticky note on your fridge, as you make a box of mac-n-cheese sipping a glass of $3 wine you bought at Aldi, still strutting the milk stained oversized t-shirt you stole from your husbands drawer. It’s no wonder that when we look to the world’s idea of love and romance, we feel our own relationships fall short and our efforts of love are in vain.