Cupcakes when I get home from work. Nights up late giggling. Fancy dinners out at French restaurants. Managing to take decent selfies by the door. Tickets to Shakespeare productions. Dinners on the porch that taste just perfect. Bike rides. Long walks. Smiling and holding hands.
So this is love. Weekends where there is too much work to be done and not enough time to do it. Passing each other on the way out the door as we have to go opposite directions. Four trips to the bike store before successfully getting what you need. Piles of clothes that need folding. New recipes that end up being so disgusting that you just have to dump them in the trash. Too tired to stay up giggling.
This too, is love, love that manifests itself in the grace to live out the everyday together.