Love is waking up to sweet baby boy kisses in the morning. It’s changing dirty diaper after dirty diaper. Love is something between a father and son when they crawl together, play together and laugh together. It’s working hard. Love is when you lift up a friend, make them laugh, feel their pain. It’s doing the dishes. It’s thinking before you speak. Love is appreciating, listening, caring. It’s sharing life. Love is family. It’s being quiet when you’re sleeping. Love is being present.
I often lose sight of all the beautiful things around me, but today I noticed. Love is beautiful.
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