With Valentine's Day just around the corner I have been thinking a lot about love. I've decided to write about my love for my husband, Andy. I am dedicating this post to him. Don't worry, love, I've bought you some chocolates too! x
What is love?
That fleeting look you exchange with your husband when you are in public. The one that means did they really say that? We must talk about this when we get home.
The supportive shoulder stroke that means I know you're having a tough day, but I'm right behind you and as soon as I finish work I'll take over and entertain our children.
The glistening eyed smiles when, together, you witness the first steps of both of your children.
Being able to be yourself totally and completely. No embarrassment. No awkwardness. Being able to relax in each other's company.
Watching a father encircle two toddlers in his arms to read them The Gruffalo. Seeing their three heads bowed over the well-loved book and hearing the father do all the voices. Who knew The Gruffalo sounded like the late snooker commentator, Ted Lowe?!
Supporting each other's dreams and goals by finding ways to make them happen.
Having to pause a documentary twenty times to discuss what is being said. No raised voices. No one losing their temper.
Reading a poem your husband has written you and crying tears of joy and admiration.
Someone offering to clean the bathroom so you can spend more time having a bath than cleaning it.
Making time for each other, especially when you have children. Making sure life doesn't get in the way of your relationship.
What is love?
I heard this today and thought of you, Andy, my love.