Love is asking me out to lunch, just the two of us.
Love is agreeing to go to the library with me to pick up my books.
Love is suggesting pizza for dinner when I have had a hard day.
Love is researching sound bars on the internet for my father’s birthday present.
Love is going to Best Buy with me to pick out the best sound bar.
Love is eating the chicken I overcooked for dinner and declaring it delicious.
Love is offering to take me to Orange Leaf at the end of a long day.
Love is reaching over to grab my hand during church.
Love is dropping me off at the door so I don’t have to walk through the snow.
In these small ways and many other ways, he shows me he loves me.
I’m a lucky girl.