Because it really is personal…

How many of you are old enough to remember the Love Is…cartoons from the ’70’s?, you know, the 2 chubby androgenous people, gender defined by their hairstyle, and the captions always began Love Is…?

I’m learning my own Love Is…

…helping me onto a bedside commode 2 or 3 times every night.

…emptying a chamberpot every morning, even during That Time of the Month.

…holding my head for 2 days while I barf up every single thing that goes into my stomach.

…applying a cold damp cloth to the backof my neck whilst holding said barfing head.

…sticking a pad in my panties because my hands are shaking too much.

…practically carrying my 200 lb self up the stairs every night, and down the next morning.

…constantly reassuring, constantly constantly reassuring me that it’s worth it.

…”sleeping” next to my restless, snoring self every night, not complaining or holding it over my head.

…never, ever making me feel like a burden or a chore.

Thanks, Hon, I love you too.