Love is…not all hearts and flowers and lingering soft kisses.
Sometimes love can be pretty ugly.
It can be found in the frustrated sigh as you roll your eyes and clench your fists in exasperation, anger sometimes. Living with someone who isn’t controlled by you, who doesn’t do exactly what you want them to – can be tough. It can be infuriating. But if you are doing it, day in day out – forgiving the foibles as best you can, wiping the slate (almost) clean and accepting each other anyway – that’s love you guys.
Love is the exhausted partner holding a hand in a hospital bed, hour after hour, whatever it takes.
Love is the eyes that don’t see lines or age or the ravages of time, they only see the soul.
Love is the stories you share and the memories you made.
Love is acceptance.
It’s finding someone who sees in you what you really fail to see in yourself.
Love is not all romance and whispered sweet nothings…in fact, it’s rarely that.
It’s in the showing up, the putting up and the helping out.
It’s in the everyday.
It’s in the every moment.
Love…it’s not always pretty but it’s always beautiful.