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My Example of True Love

The day my sister first brought home Danny Tanner I looked him up and down and quite plainly asked her, "Are you insane?"

The second he walked into our house he grabbed a mop to help my mom mop the kitchen. After that, of course my mom loved him. I just couldn't believe that my sister had brought someone like him here. He wasn't extremely handsome. He wasn't good at sports. He wasn't extremely witty. In fact, he seemed to think he was funny in a way that made him funny. I mean ... the guy didn't even know that much about Elvis.

After he left I approached my sister about why in the world would she date somebody like him. My sister could have any guy in the world. The smartest, the most good-looking, the best of the best. And yet, she had chosen this guy. He was nowhere near good enough for her. After asking her she just smiled one of those "I know more than you because I'm you're older sister" smiles and quaintly told me that one day I would understand.

A few months later when they came back up, engaged this time, I figured out why. The way he looked at her as if she was the only woman in the room. I knew that he treated her like the princess that she was supposed to be treated like. He wasn't like the other jerks that she had dated, he really cared about her and wanted the absolute best for her. After I saw this, I approached Danny and straight up told him that the only reason I accepted him was because of how much he loved my sister. Oh, and that if he hurt my sister in any way, I was going to tear him up, limb for limb.

On their wedding day, I saw it again. I saw his eyes were only for her even when there were tons of hot women in the place. Her eyes were filled with a love that I had never seen before. I think that day was the day I first realized that I wanted what they had.

Sure, I could have as many girls as I wanted. Heck, most girls wanted to date me. But, nothing serious ever came of it. I didn't look at a girl and know that she was the only one for me. I could pretend she was. I could hope she was. However, no girl ever fit that standard.

The day my first niece was born I saw a new love in that face of Danny's. I could tell that he loved his daughter just as much as he loved his wife. The way my sister's eyes glittered as she looked down at her daughter, as she looked at her husband looking down at her daughter, it made my day. Not only did they share a love for each other that I had never seen before, they loved their daughter equally as well.

I never understood why I saw the love between Danny and my sister more clearly than I ever saw the love between my own parents. I mean, your parents are supposed to love each other, right? I guess ... to me ... they just never seemed to express their love very well, in body movement, in words, or in eye contact.

So, I guess part of my downfall of relationships is that I strived to have what Danny and Pam had. I didn't let it come naturally, I tried to force it in my relationships.

The day of Pam's funeral was the worst day of my life. And from the look on Danny Tanner's face, he had it ten times worse. He was grieving the loss of his wife, of his companion, of, most importantly, his best friend. And that was part of my reason for making the decision to move in. I still felt like their love was one of the best loves the world had ever seen.

Now, as I lay here in bed, my arms wrapped around my beautiful wife and my baby twin boys sleeping in the next room, I know I have that love. Becky is my life, my happiness, my everything. And I owe the fact that I can say that, the fact that I can know that to one relationship:

Danny and Pam Tanner.