I had finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up: a storyteller.
Love is... a listening ear. a comforting shoulder. a home-cooked meal. a hug. a kiss. understanding without uttering a word. facing the storms of life together. laughter. holding hands. being together. home.
(I thought I would try a new series out and see how it goes. This is the first one. Please join in with your own story in the comments.) Congratulations, it's a boy!