I know what Love is

Love is roses on the table.

Love is making pizza for coworkers for lunch…and there’s nothing left of three large pies to bring home.

Love is getting chauffeured around to and from work, doctor appointments, and the outpatient clinic (where I left one shoe so we had to make a return trip for it) in the foulest, mostly beastly pouring rain and slushy ice by a DH still suffering/recovering from a gout episode. And choir rehearsal, too.

Love is a gift for no reason at all.

Heart Wings

Love is visiting mom, raiding her fiber stash, and enjoying time together.

visiting mother

Love is the toothless triumphant grin of an infant looking smack at you.

Aidan Grins

Yes, I know what love is, and I am truly blessed.