love is.

Love is the look on my husband’s face when he walks through the door after a long day at work.
Love is walking my dog on a cold winter night. And love is not counting how many times I’ve done it.
Love is forgiving, and also understanding there was nothing to forgive in the first place.
Love is freshly-baked brownies, hitting golf balls at the driving range, and reading the same bedtime story night after night. Sometimes love is behind-the-scenes.
Love is.


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