As a woman in her late thirties, love is about the breakfast my husband leaves ready for me in the morning before he goes to work because he knows I’ll be too busy with the kids to feed myself. Or my organizational help in the evenings once the kids are asleep and I yearn for my bed but know that he values my input on his projects. Love is not about the one time fall, it is about the continued falling and growing and living together.

My husband and I don’t do a big Valentine’s Day thing because it is our son’s birthday. Even though he’s an extremely private man, I’ll dedicate today’s post to him. We’ve been together for 13 years…married for almost 8…3 homes and 2 children later…here we are knowing that we’re in this together and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy Valentine’s Day readers! May your lives be full of the kind of love you need right now.