Liebe Yan, Liebi Michelle
Merci für öiches derbisi bi öppe auem wome cha mache, danke für öichi vorbiudlechi Bezihig.
Mögs für immer si,
mögs nie dr Pfad vom Abentüür verla,
viu chlini michelles und yan bringe,
angerne diene und hoffnig la wachse.
mög dr herr immer si säge druf la,
d liebi immer z letschte wort ha,
vertroue und fride herrsche.
i wünsche nume ds beschte.
I wett d müglechkeit nutze öich hie öppis ufe wäg z gä wo sit jahre ar tür vom chrigu u mim zimmer hänkt.
Love Is A Verb
“My wife and I just don't have the same feelings for each other we used to have.
I guess I just don't love her anymore and she doesn't love me. What can i do?"
"The feeling isn't there anymore?" I asked.
"That's right," he reaffirmed. "And we have three children we're really concerned about. What do you suggest?"
"love her," I replied.
"I told you, the feeling just isn't there anymore."
"You don't understand. the feeling of love just isn't there."
"Then love her. If the feeling isn't there, that's a good reason to love her."
"But how do you love when you don't love?"
"My friend , love is a verb. Love - the feeling - is a fruit of love, the verb. So love her. Serve her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?”
- Stephen R. Covey