Sometimes love is picking up his favorite coffee on the way home.
Sometimes love is romp session sexy.
Sometimes love is chicken noodle soup sweet.
Sometimes love is watching her favorite show for hours on end.
Sometimes love is letting him catch you check him out.
Sometimes love is getting up with the babe so she can sleep.
Sometimes love is doing laundry so he has clean underwear.
Sometimes love is a sweet kiss as you go about your day.
Sometimes love is taking the evening to focus on each other's needs. (And have fun doing it.)
Sometimes love is buying him a new toothbrush on a religious schedule.
Sometimes love is buying her the dress she posted on Pinterest last night.
Sometimes love is hashing out the same argument year after year.
Sometimes love is letting it go.
Sometimes love is kindly advising.
Sometimes love is quietly praying.
Sometimes love is laughing uncontrollably for hours on end.
Sometimes love is ugly crying over brokenness and loss.
But always, always, always, love is a choice.
The acts of love may shift over time, but the source of love must remain the same. We feel, we hurt, we kiss, we makeup, but in the end, my love is a choice, and I choose you.
Year after year, I will choose you Tyson Morlet. Even in eternity.
Happy Valentine's Day.
