Love is a precious thing, and when you are lucky enough to find someone who wants to share themselves with you completely is a great feeling.
Love is the first kiss in the morning and hearing that special someone say "Good morning..." Waking up next to them, not caring that your hair is out of place, or that you have sleep in your eyes.
Love is understanding. Accepting that you can not be perfect all the time. To be patient and willing to accept changes as they come.
Love is feeling as attractive as you did the first time you saw each other. Actually, even more so.
Love is the look in their eyes or the smile on their face, that come out of nowhere, for no other reason except for just being you.
Love is a miracle from God.
Love is sitting together quietly in a room having the time of your life.
Love is truth.
Love is accepting you as you are, and not wanting you to change. You can grow, but should not have to change. There is a difference.
Love is a great big package. You know the kind... like when you were a child and there was a great big package under the Christmas tree you were dying to unwrap. You just can't wait to have it opened up to see what is really inside.
Love is complicated. No one said loving someone was easy, but that is why it's so awesome. Sticking it out through the good and bad can be so rewarding.
Love is ever-evolving. (Is that a word?) Anyhoo, enough said...
