This blog is becoming a casualty of our move. Hopefully I'll have more to say and more time to say it after we get settled. Bear with me. For now...
Love is......packing up empty Lego set boxes because "they're really special to me, Mommy."
...summoning some small amount of sympathy* for your husband who comes down with a stomach bug after working away from home for three weeks, on the weekend you're supposed to be packing the house together.
...dealing lovingly with a wife who gives you a passive-aggressive guilt trip for getting sick.
*Even that pitiful amount of sympathy would have been impossible without violent and incontrovertible evidence of extreme illness.
**Actually, at this stage of life, I require that kind of evidence for any amount of sympathy for spousal illness that is inconvenient to me.