You know; love doesn’t have to always be Grand Gestures.

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Love is pretty simple.
Love is always making me a coffee and breakfast every morning, without fail.
Love is loving me even harder when I’m being moody & ferocious with dark moods.
Love is letting me fall apart in your arms and not giving me answers; just hearing me.
Love is the way you always sneak in mint-choc bickies just for me when you do the groceries every week.
Love is embracing my strengths and successes even if they’re different to yours.
Love is giggling on the couch together as we {quietly} make fun of our children.
Love is leaving me the last piece of pizza.
Love is going along with my wild plans and trying really hard to not say “I told you so” when they blow up in my face.
Love is telling me when I’ve crossed the line, even if I don’t like hearing it.
Love is parenting our daughters with strength, volition and sensitive compassion.
Love is tolerating my music in the car even though I know it makes you want to rip off your ears.
Love is saying sorry when you know you’ve fucked up.

It doesn’t need to be complicated.

Thank you for loving me, baby.