What love is:
- relentless tender feelings and accommodation of foibles…
- utter lack of practicality to provide any and all support…
- ardent devotion gingerly mingled with silliness: to take oneself seriously is to undermine the nature of loving another more than oneself…
- enthusiasm for all things, large, small, and/or incidental… to acknowledge the joy in the eyes of another
- kindness and covering up, derailing bullets that could strike your loved one’s pride or heart…
- discernment of true intent of expression, whether facial, gestural, or vocal… or no body language at all.
- patience – above all patience – and forgiveness of stance and being unattached to right vs. wrong, placed firmly in the other’s court at all time…
- tickling, massages, and funny business…
Love is an eagerness to be in the presence of the other. A feeling, not a longing or dependence outside of self. Not a completion either. Love is acceptance of self and willingness to
Love is 365, not a single day of devotion, like the upcoming Valentines Day. Love is strong enough and can’t be worn out by daily use. 🙂
Love is never-ending peace, love, joy, and contentment.
Enthusiasm for all things large and small – that is my wife!
In a twist on the oft-repeated male phrase: “happy wife = happy life”, it sounds like your wife’s exuberance cheers everyone, including you. (all smiles)