Love is chubby fingers covered in marker and glue after making Daddy a Valentine.
Love is laughing on the couch late at night, delirious from exhaustion and finding joyful moments together anyway.
Love is recognition in that little baby's eyes when you flash her a smile or say the pretty name that you gave to her.
Love is finding a way to get things done, sharing in responsibility and supporting each other when you can't.
Love is early evenings spent on a nursery floor, dangling toys over squishy babies and tossing bouncy balls and drawing stick figures on chalkboards.
Love is still holding hands on walks and in the car, even a squeeze here and there.
Love is melting when she says the words "Wuv you, Mommy" and wanting to die a thousand times because you know she means it and you could leave the earth silly happy.
Love is being extra gushy today, because even though we're blessed to have moments like these every day, sometimes the good things deserve a little extra recognition.