Love is lots of things. Love goes through stages. Slowly, and fast. Peaks and valleys. Love goes through laughter and tears and smiles and ugly cries. Love is present and love can get lazy. Love can fill you up. Love can knock you down. Love, for me has become lots of things I never, ever, thought it would be.

Love is cleaning dishes.

Love is shutting the door when you brush your teeth.

Love is making the coffee.

Love is a perfectly toasted bagel.

Love is finding the toothpicks. And the syrup. And the ketchup.

Love is not screaming when a pen burst in the laundry.

Love is knowing how to get pen out of favorite clothing. (Hairspray, hi)

Love is finding out your pregnant together.

Love is boozy nights dancing by the fire on a warm autumn night.

Love is waking up with the baby.

Love is asking for help.

Love is asking for opinions.

Love is buying matching slippers.

Love is putting the baby to sleep.

Love is saving a plate.

Love is making his plate at a buffet only to find out he made the exact same plate.

Love is reading one more book.

Love is telling the same story every night.

Love is searching for new stories.

Love is not farting in front of your wife. (Thanks babe)

Love is an unexpected phone call from your best friend’s dad.

Love is not enough money in the bank, but security of not needing money because you have love.

Love is a new home.

Love is a tjx bill.

Love is long drives with no words and lots of connecting.

Love is reconnecting.

Love is making sure he feels loved.

Love is telling him you need more.

Love is best given and received.

Love is getting a giant ball of play-doh thrown at your head and not losing your shit, then actually finding it funny.

Love is humongous and overwhelming.

Love is purest from your child, and your dog. 

Love is letting go.

Love is holding on.

Love takes patience.

Love needs the water where the grass isn’t green.

Love is sometimes lost.

Love sometimes dies.

Love gives you light.

Love gives you hope.

Love makes you believe.

Love is learned.

Love is taught.

Love can be broken and abused.

Love comes out stronger.

Love can never break you without your consent. 

Love is more.

Love is bigger than you.

Love is sometimes not equal.

Love is respect.

Love is all knowing.

Love is having to say you’re sorry.

Love evolves.

Love lives on.

Love is forever changing, and growing.

Love is a legacy you build and then leave behind. 
My compilation of love comes from many sources. I know I blessed to be able to say that. I have been on the receiving end of love and I’m always on the giving end. I realize now that love is my language, my religion, my belief. Love is always an option somewhere for me. Even when I think it’s absolutely nowhere, love shows up. Love comes from myself, my father, my husband, my son. My sister and brother. My. Sweet. Mother. I hope to always feel the love I have in my heart in all its different ways. I want to spread love in everything I do. I want you to feel this love today, too 👑