Is it a surprise picture left on a camera?
A couple exchanging vows to cherish one another?
Is it a mother holding a newborn, breathing in a bit of heaven?
Or a father with a baby bundled up in his coat?
Is it manifest in the hard labor to provide?
Or the sweet scene of children piled on a lap while scriptures are read?
Does it sound like a giggle?
Or the smack on a cheek?
What is love?
It’s dancing in the rain
and rolling in the sunshine
It is worry over a sick loved one
It is flying through the air
a dizzying spin of happiness.
This is love.
It is our story.
And it is still being written.