If real love is cleaning puke out of a bathtub, then Dustin really loved me this week.
He loves me with a caretaker love, a companion love, and a romantic love. And I love him back with an imperfect, everything I have love.
It's not always pretty, and not always sweet- especially when we find ourselves (MYself) loving with a teenage "what am I getting out of this?" love. But: there IS always love. Messy, real, waning, waxing, last-forever love.
Thankful doesn't do it justice.
Happy Valentine's day, my one true love.
*Note: The Bowdens struggled with a bout of the stomach flu this week. But don't worry; we (and the bathtub) survived.