Love is…the heart-shaped rubber band my son found and gave to me recently.
Love is…my daughter bringing the cat in out of the rain so “she won’t get sick.”
Love is…my husband making the daily decaf and leaving a small thermos of it for me.
Love is…the story I heard yesterday about a woman who, after five decades of being raised by, then married to psychopathic narcissists, is remaking her soul and her life—without venom.
Love is…picking the tiny “treasures” out of the dustpan instead of swooping them into the trash can.
Love is…holding my tongue instead of spewing angry or ridiculous words at my children.
Love is…not holding my tongue and spewing angry or ridiculous words at my children, then being, without hesitation, forgiven by them.
Love is…taking a scheduled holiday off from school even when I could get away with cramming some more learning in to catch up for what we missed over the holidays.
Love is…each and every precious moment I choose to live and frolic in.
Carpe Diem!—which actually means “seize the moment” versus “the day”. Carpe Diem!
