I always thought that love had to be overblown and jump the ship dramatic. I thought it had to be sweat and fire. I thought it had to be diamond bracelets and tiaras every day.
Then I met you.
We fell in love.
We got married.
And I learned that love is quiet and day to day. It’s laundry and dishes. It’s headaches and fevers. It’s kind words and helping hands. It’s ketchup and mustard on the dinner table.
Sometimes it’s disagreements. Sometimes it’s tears. Sometimes it means sleeping on the sofa while you get the bed.
Love is a warm fire. A kiss. A dream for two to share.
Love is a collection of simple joys.
Love is a warm blanket comfort.
Love is always love.