Love is making dinner for your family and charring the steaks absolutely black. And your husband nibbles on the steaks, and decides to eat it anyway, even though you know it's disgusting. He methodically scrapes off the sooted outside layers and tells you it's not so bad. And while you sit there mumbling to yourself about how bad dinner REALLY is, and realizing that you wouldn't feed it to the family dog (even if his digestive system could handle it), your daughter joyfully eats her cucumbers and gives you a 'thumbs up'. And while she purposfully does not respond to your mumbles, she announces, "You make the BEST cucumbers, Mommy!"
Now, all that....That's love.
I *heart* my family.