Love is sitting in a waiting room alone for an hour. It’s driving someone to treatment. Love getting up early to run routes. Love is sitting for hours of nothing for thirty seconds of excitement. It’s late nights and beating hearts. It’s rushing to help. It’s doing dishes, sorting laundry, and mowing the lawn. Love is grabbing two bottles of water when you go to the fridge. It’s holding someone and saying it will be okay.
Love is all the things we do. It’s all the ways we help. It’s all the ways we celebrate. Love is all the ways we hope for others, and love is all the ways we help the fight continue. It’s the way we forgive; it’s the way we fail; it’s the way we try again. Love is the way…