Love is when you think ‘idiot’ and say ‘darling’.
Love’s ‘well done’ and not ‘I told you so’.
Love is reading the same story over and over and over again
and not missing any of the words or skipping pages
Love is the difficult decision
doing what you can, not what you should
Love means never having to say you’re sorry
Love means saying you’re sorry anyway
Love sometimes means acting like you’re sorry until you are—
and then saying it
Love is taking turns at the bathroom mirror
and straightening the towels
Love is being there and saying nothing
Love is saying the thing that needs saying even if it hurts
Love is making a real effort to be on time
Love is telling them their lateness drives you crazy
Love is healing those hurts with your tears or with changed behaviour
Love is when someone keeps going because you think they’re worth it
and keeping on until they think so too
Love is acting as if you like them
Love is welcoming the stranger and hoping you’ll get to know them
Love is welcoming the acquaintance as if they’re a friend
Love sometimes pretends until it’s real
Love is choosing the chair in the shade when you crave sunshine
Love means it’s okay to get it wrong
Love is counting the cost:
giving the good stuff to the food bank and taking the instant noodles home
Love is putting as much in the collection tin as you spent on a latte
Love is when the toast’s burned and the tea’s cold and you say thank you
Love’s drinking cold tea and eating burned toast with unbuttered corners
and too much marmite
Love’s not about food, it’s the feeding
Love’s not about blood, or the bleeding, or bandages
It’s being there to staunch and to bind firmly with gentle hands
Love is adjusting the volume
It’s laying a basil leaf on the sun-warmed flesh of a fresh tomato
Love isn’t enough
but it’s the greatest
Love is the music which animates the dance
words of spirit and faith 