Editor’s Letter: February 2014

Image Credit: Cassie / Veda House

Image Credit: Cassie / Veda House

There’s an old, ragged tee that’s crumpled in the back of my drawer that even I – the ultimate lover of purging – can’t bear to part with. It hides a message written in Sharpie on the inside, a secret that only I can see, scrawled hastily during the sunset of a particularly difficult time in my life nearly ten years ago. The threads of the tee are worn and faded, sprinkled with dot-sized holes and tiny shreds. But the message is strong and true and relevant – even a decade later:

“This is love.”

I’d written it as a reference to a shiny new romance I’d been swept away into – the initial, whirlwind relationship between me and my now husband. It had meant everything I thought love was: kindness and chemistry, compatibility and trust. It was my declaration of commitment at the ripe age of 20, signed with a Sharpie and sealed with a kiss.

I sometimes look at this old, ragged version of love and think that perhaps I’d had it wrong. At 20, it looked a lot like mixed CDs and weekend road trips and late-night conversations with burning cookies in the oven. At 30, it looks a lot like taking out the trash in subzero temperatures. Like matching toothbrushes and rusted silverware and aging dogs. Like compromise and community and respect. And at 40, 50, 60, I’m imagining we’ll have only scratched the surface of creating the love that only we can define.

But then I think, in a way, I’d had it all right. “This is love.” It’s what you have, what you see, what you treasure. What you do. It’s right now.

I’ve always been a firm believer that love is a choice, a calling. A challenge to fall into something bigger and deeper in an environment that beckons you to become your most vulnerable self. Love is a quick stop to the grocery store for wine and cheese before celebrating your best friend’s new job. Love is a postcard sent to your old English teacher, thanking her for the gift of education. Love is shoveling your neighbor’s sidewalk, cutting your baby’s veggies, holding your sister’s hand.

This month, we’re celebrating love in all of its forms: we’ll share how to create a loving home and how to – finally – stop comparing yourself to others for good. We’ll chat about foods to boost moods, beauty indulgences to boost skin, style to boost spirits. We’ll talk about how to celebrate Valentine’s Day – with or without a Valentine – and why it matters so, so much.

Because this is love. It is here and now. It is faith and anxiety and imbalance and joy and sorrow and endurance. It is the everyday, the always.

And because long after the threads of today are worn and faded, sprinkled with dot-sized holes and tiny shreds, we’ll still have this. We’ll still have love.

Erin Loechner


  1. This is just so beautiful, touching and heart-warming! Thank you, Erin, for your honesty, for your beautiful words that capture the magic of love so wonderfully, thank you for the reminder that love is so much more that what we see/live right this moment. Love is committment, it’s a promise of more beautiful things to come. Thank you so much for making me stop and think for a while!

    xx Ivana
    Macarons and Pearls

  2. Really beautiful post. I like how you mention all the small ways we practice love. Even when things feels tedious, like folding my daughter’s clothes or putting away her toys for the millionth time, it helps to remind myself that this is how I am showing her I care. And then I call my own mom ; )

    • We love this comment, Sarah. We completely agree, too.

      It’s easy to forget all the forms of love, but it’s always nice to be reminded. xo!

  3. This is such a gorgeous post – I like that it is about love in all forms. Looking forward to what clementine daily has to offer this month!

  4. This is honestly beautiful. The difference between Hallmark love– sparks and fireworks and shiny gifts fades into real love– taking each other to the doctors, sitting in silence…it’s not as sparkly maybe but it’s so real.

  5. Dear Erin,
    Your words are truly life giving and a great reminder of what Love is. Thank you, thank you. As I lay sick in bed miserable, I’m smiling, pondering how much I’m loved by my husband who took the day off to give this momma of 3 little ones a day to rest and recoup. Love indeed is how we serve, celebrate, help, compromise for one another.

    • Ah, what a wonderful husband you are blessed with, Ursula!!! Thank you for writing in – please do feel better soon!

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