Love is finding your handicapped husband kneeling on the floor
right after you were diagnosed with breast cancer, praying for your life to be saved. And having to help him up from the floor to his walker.

Having grown grandsons and sons hug you and tell you they love you every time they see you.

Having a hubby that is supportive of having a large family both by adoption and birth.

Having a husband that gets up everyday with good attitude to provide for that large family his wife wanted.

When DH says, you go sew, I will do the housework

having my 4 year old grandson say " your a good cooker grama"

....living with someone who has undiagnosed PTSD for 3 years.

He's been on Zoloft for 6 weeks. I think ultimatly it saved our marriage.

Love is Your grandaughter coming over to help you clean house when she realizes that grandma hasnt been feeling good and she just invited her boyfriend over to grandma's for dinner so he could meet her grandparents.... :)

Love is....

Waking up from a nap after hes been driving 300 miles from visiting family- mine, not his, to see that he found a local quilt shop on our way home that I have not visited!!!!!

Love is.......when the avowed cat-hating DH cleans the litterbox every day because I've had foot surgery and have to live in a wheelchair for two months.