I thought about writing something really deep and moving about Valentines day for this post.
Maybe not so much. I mean I have chocolate and cookies to eat! But...This is what I know after two and a half years of marriage...
I know love is your wedding day where time stands still and nothing could steal your joy.
I know that love is the first sonogram and hearing that little heartbeat.
I know that love is when Andrew gets up with Peter at 5:00 a.m. and lets me sleep a little longer.
I know that love is when James stops in the middles of nursing to simile at me and touch my face.
I know love is when Peter runs to me with arms wide open when I come home.
I know love is when Andrew tells me he's going to bring someone in to clean our house.
I know love is racing to the hospital at 1:30 a.m. so that you don't deliver in the car.
I know that love can be complicated but it is worth the fight.
I know that love involves self-sacrifice.
I know love is folding laundry and cleaning toilets.
I know love involves late night discussions.
I know that love is messy diapers and sticky floors.
I know love means lots of laughter and lots of tears.
I know love means that newborn cry in the middle of the night.
I know that love is bags under your eyes and text messages that don't make any sense.
I know that love is doing the dishes and changing smoke alarms.
I know love means compromise.
I know that love means my husband was my first kiss and he will be my last.
I know that love means I have a lot more to learn.... and that's just fine by me.
Happy Valentine's Day!