So today's topic is dedicated to all those moments we've been struck by the power of love (Eh, I now also have that Jennifer Rush song stuck in my head. Thank you Sam!).

Speaking of Sam, I remember when she brought her boys to the office not too long ago. I was very distracted at work that day because I realised that:
a) I've never seen boys that are such good friends and that have such a healthy amount of respect and love towards each other.
b) Sam is such a great Mommy. Watching her interact with her boys is such a treat because she never talks down to them, and is happiest when she is with them.

For me, that was a moment when I was struck by that invisible, but tangible force of love. And it's that kind of love that never fails to send a reverberating echo within and remind me just how fortunate I am to have a similar, close-knit family structure.

I believe that the love between her mother and her children is one of the strongest forces of love you can experience, because those who don't have it, wish for it and those that do have it, know just how that kind of love can affect not only them, but those who play witness to it.

And, that's my sappy, gush fest post for the day.

It's your turn now.

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Aw, shit Tams... that's so sweet of you. Thanks. x

I'm going to be sitting on the forums all day going "awwwwww". I don't think my tear ducts are going to be impressed! )

Today, 9 years ago, I was struck by love. It was the day that I was officially introduced to the man I married.

It was not a good first meeting: It was bitterly cold and wet, he was still at work and both of us felt that we were being pushed into something by our friends. Added to that, it was the evening of the day that Hansie Cronje had died in the mountains behind our town. All of us were still in shock about that.

You might even say that it was hate at first sight. So much that he didn't even go out with us that evening. But not really. I was smitten after only one more badly planned blind date by our friends and, luckily, so was he. Still it took us months before we officially became friends.

Sometimes when I look at him, the love I feel almost takes my breath away. I can't imagine my life without him.

Weirdly I was struck by love when I first laid eyes on Megan Fox. Sadly she is since to return any of my calls. But it's going to take more than a restraining order for me to remove my rose tinted glasses.

@Aurial and @Daisy. That is SO sweet! beautiful stories. you guys just made me feel even more fuzzy inside. @Innocent1 i know the feeling. i just know Johnny Depp and i are meant to be.

Wow! there aren't many people who can tell a story like that!

Ooh I can relate to all of those, but especially the book bits. :)

My 13-year old daughter's best friend pranced round my kitchen on Saturday night, fooling around, teasing me, being teased by me, and generally behaving like she was completely at home. And I was struck by the lurve...you see, her mom and I met at ante-natal classes, and our daughters were born 8 days apart. As our friendship developed, so did theirs. Sadly my friend was diagnosed with leukemia, and died just before both girls turned 7. Along with a couple of other women I have helped to mother my friend's daughter, held her when she was sad, laughed with her when she was happy, shouted at her when she made me cross, loved her, and talked to her about her own mother.

Once both girls, all popcorned and dvd'ed out, finally went to bed on Saturday night, I kissed them both goodnight, and told them both I loved them. I miss my friend so much, I wish she could see how fabulous a young lady her daugher has become. But I'm also so moved by the gift of this young lady becoming part of my family, one of my daughters. So grateful for the gift of this child's love.

Nice story Sam! Thank you for sharing!

I was so humbled when in December I was on a training ride on my bike (cycle). I accidently clipped my friends bike in front of me and went sprawling onto the tarmac... tearing ligaments in my hand and knee. There I lay, shocked and wondering whether I still own my lower limb. I hit the tar so hard I thought that I can't possibly NOT have broken my knee. My friend came over and helped me up - I was holding up all the traffic in the middle of an intersection.
Behind me was a string of cars who had all come to a standstill. At the stop street of the intersecting road was and Indian lady in a huge BMW. While still in a state of shock and after checking that my bike was still in one piece (very important!!!) I looked down only to find that a black gentleman had taken one of my water bottles from my bike and was washing my leg!!!!! I could have kissed him!!!!! What an act of kindness! He and my friend helped me get to the curb where he kept saying, "Ow, Madam! Are you OK!" My leg beautifully clean.

The Indian lady from the intersection had by now also joined us - she wanted to pile me into the car and take me to the nearest hospital or home! And she was not leaving until I could assure her that I was fine. She stayed with me until I had carefully tried cycling again and assured her that I would be fine to ride home. I was stunned!

My friend, James, of course, was the one who checked that nothing was broken, made me get back on the bike to see whether I could ride again and stayed with me all the way home.

A rainbow nation as one!!!

I was in awe of these people!