I am going to post something everyday for the next week that I think really expresses the meaning of love. Something personal and otherwise unsung, without ceremony, drama, or pink tissue paper and red love hearts! Daily happenings which I think are extra relevant at this blessed time of year...
Tonight, it was Campbell spilling his enormous cup of hot milk all over the kitchen bench tops and floor, being worried that I might be cross, me giving him a hug and helping him clean it up, without a care, or crossed word. He felt bad, so why would I make him feel worse? Don't I love him more than I love my feelings about cleaning the mess? Yes, I love him more, and made sure that he knew it.
-Campbell Maurice Tully-