The love you never have to ask for
This is what love looks like for me.
Hands that massage my feet when I’m tired. Toenails painted when I couldn’t do it myself. Patience and gentleness with our kids and grandchildren.
The same love that has held me through every version of my body.
The same love that warms rooms before I wake up, heats the car on cold mornings, and makes sure I’m comfortable without a second thought.
It’s not loud.
It’s not performative.
It’s consistent.
And it’s everything.





































































