Love is to fall head over heals for 2 huge bright eyes and a tinny mischievous face
Love is to lose yourself and life’s hard edges in joyous playing and laughter.
Love is to share life’s moments, the elation of success and the pain of loss.
Love is to nurse him with tenderness while your heart is shredded to pieces.
Love is to let him go although you want to hold on with every ounce of your body because his dignity demands it.
Love is to reach out and love again and gain because anything less is an insult
to the gift of love he brought into your life.