Love is....

For me, love is defined by the following actions. Love is holding my hair back when I puke and cleaning up the mess afterwards. Love is opening my door for me because you know it makes me feel like a princess. Love is standing outside of every restroom in every T.J. Maxx and Target, waiting, to make sure I am alright. Love is helping me decide how to order my newest photo album, even though you think it is silly. Love is putting up with my bad days when they seem to go on and on and on. Love is a grown man referring to what shows up in the back yard as "poodle doodle" so as to not offend me. Love is watching Love Actually, among other English romances, over and over and over because I like it. Love is eating peanut butter sandwiches while buying me whatever fast food sounds tolerable to my guts on that day. Love is telling me that I am beautiful even when I am on prednisone and feel like a giant puffy marshmallow man. Love is secretly cleaning out the fridge, then telling me that you gave the food to poor people, so that I wouldn't have to feel wasteful. Love is wishing and praying for me to be pain-free. Love is knowing that you will be completely and utterly ignored for the next hour half, and still giving me the phone to call my sis while we watch The Office together. Love is all the ordinary, boring things of life and making them magical because we are together.