ten pots worthy

my favorite find of the day.

this made me think. who do i love ten pots worth? more importantly, do i love anyone enough to fill ten pots?? that's a lot of pots.

the answer is yes. yes, i love a lot of people enough to fill ten pots worth. i would say people like my mom, my dad, my sisters, my stepdad, my stepmom, my stepsiblings. i'd add in my friends, people like michelle and courtney and lia. i'd say the girls in my small groups, then and now. and the people i do church with. i'd add in my coworkers, although not everyone gets ten pots worth of love, to be honest (but most would). i'd even add in some boys i've dated... not like ten pots of romantic love, but the kind of love that means i will always care deeply for them because they meant so much to my life.

i like thinking about all those in my life that i love that much. Like chicken noodle soup on a cold day or a hot decaf soy latte on a drive in to work, it really warms my soul to think of all whom i love. but even more warming is to think about all of those in my life that love me back that much. and i know there are so many that do. and that humbles me every. single. time. i think of it.

i think of it on tuesday nights, when my small group fills my house with talk and laughter and tears. i think of it when i get to go pick people up from the airport or spot them for tickets to a concert they want to join in on. i think of it when they fill my house for a house warming party, or surprise me with a birthday party and cake. i think of it when they send me handmade cards or handwritten letters in the mail, or when they comment on my facebook page. i feel it when they come to my marathons (nothing is more boring than being a cheerleader for a runner, i know) and when they hang out with me after the gym, when i'm sweaty. i think of it when my friends encourage me, and when they call me out. i think of it when i remember the painful break up that still haunts my dreams, and when the butterfly-y twitterpation of a new relationship tickles my stomach. most of all i think of it every day when i think of the Savior in my life that has loved me thorugh all of the above- and more. much (uglier) more. in short, i am humbled by love, every single day.

there's a girl in my small group who tells us all the time just how much she loves people-loves them! and it's easy to see that she does... she's a lover of all, even when she's hurting. i hope that i can be that way too, because i love it when my friends love me the way they do.

and i hope that when i am a mommy, my children will love me at LEAST ten pots worth.