Monday, August 26, 2013

What is love...

Ever so often, Ed would teach me what love is.

It isn't the luxurious holidays, expensive gifts or grand gestures.

It is in all the smallest things, in the everyday, in the routine.

It is when he does the laundry.

It is when he asks if there's anything I need help with in the kitchen when all he really wants to do is take a nap. 

It is when he does the dishes the day after parties I throw a party for my friends. 

It is when he offers to fetch me from the office even though he is miles away. 

It is when he asks to hold my hand in the middle of an argument. 

It is when he empties the dustbins in the home. 

It is when he knows I'll be home before him, and leaves the light at the front door on. 

It is when he waters all the plants in the home. 

It is when he teaches me how to love myself first, before anyone else. 

It is when he does the laundry and the dishes and empties the dustbins and waters all the plants before I get home.