This morning I received a Facebook message from a good friend. She’s making Valentine’s Day ornaments for her staying-up-all-year Christmas tree, and she wants her friends to send her their answer to the sentence starter, “Love is…”
My first thought was this:
Then I thought of my hilarious readers.
Help me out.
Fill in the sentence, Love is…
Love is pretending that you’re not grossed out while cleaning up someone else’s vomit.
Truth.
A Battlefield. Truly.
Always hard work. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.
Feeling safe, even when giving so much.
Contentment even in the midst of chaos.
Now Pat Benatar is in my head…
…not smothering him with a pillow while he sleeps.
lol this is classic
Indeed.
Love is when you will defend your friend, even when they’re wrong, then clean up their blood, and vomit, after you laugh at them for getting their ass kicked.
Ha. Yup, being able to laugh at each other is paramount.
….putting the tiolet seat down every time
…scraping the poop out of a crack of a 6 month old after they smiled at you while they pooped.
That takes me back, not exactly in a good way, either.
Love is patient, love is kin…oh for God’s sake do you think you could NOT leave your disgusting stinky socks in the EXACT middle of the floor just once that’s all I’m asking ONCE would it be so hard for you do that one thing I mean we have three hampers in this house THREE and I’m the only one around here who seems to understand what a HAMPER is let me clue you in it’s where you’re SUPPOSED to put your disgusting filthy stinky awful socks I mean come ON people I am not your maid you treat me like your personal unpaid maid but I am NOT your maid GOOD LORD what is WRONG with you people!
What were we talking about?
LOLOL that was hilarious
Yes, it was. Great rant, M!
I live alone, so I must be regurgitating a memory from my childhood. Not that I mean to say I had stinky awful socks 🙂
Bahhhaaaaaa!!! This. is. awesome!
Wiping up your butt 7 times a day while you try kicking me in the face
I’d forgotten about the kicking.
….listening when all you should do is cover your head and say, “Lalalalalalalala………”
Sometimes I do say “lalalalalala.” Sigh.
…picking his rolled up socks from every corner of the house while controlling the urge to shove them down his throat.
Such restraint!
Wiping the same butt multiple times over a period of years. And being elated to do it the first few times it’s actually seated over a toilet. I guess love is also trusting someone enough to call them to wipe your butt multiple times. It’s a two-way street.
And maybe having the favour returned in 60 years…
…easier when nobody in the family has Norovirus.
OR
…still seeing the hot babe beneath the mom jeans.
Yes!
Love is having a hand to hold when you’re scared to death.
Nice.
…finding a way to support and help someone (who is having a difficult time) when asked, even if it means a few things get rescheduled..
…knowing a love language, and trying to reach out that way..
Yup.
…letting two toddlers have a fun snow day with glue (not the nice, clean stick kind), glitter & feathers on a hard wood floor. Yikes!
And not drinking. At least not right away.
your only hope…..
Often.
Love is constantly discovering new and exciting ways to utter, “I told you so.”
Love is… stifling the urge to say “I told you so”.
Ha!
… being married for 50 years and truthfully saying we’ve never had a lasting argument. Never go to bed mad.
Aww, that’s so lovely, Bill. So tell me, do you just stay up all night instead?
Love is washing the other’s underwear.
And folding it. Wait a minute. I don’t fold my husband’s underwear (or my own). Strike that.
Love is when you sit through an episode of Dancing With the Stars w/ your partner and you don’t mock it once!
That *is* love. I have never watched a whole episode of DWTS. Without mocking? Wow.
Helping another to develop for their benefit with no strings. But I seriously love the vomit comment.
Thanks, Brian. I like the no strings. It’s like someone let the marionnette escape.
lol
Ok, a real one from me:
Love is when you teach someone what you know about life, but don’t get too upset when they still feel the need to not learn from your mistakes.
Impressive…
Love is…agreeing to watch the same Dora DVD for the 50th time, even though your missing your favorite TV show. Good thing for DVR’s lol!
Oh, yes. Dora. Screaming at things right in front of her. That’s love.
Love is….letting your husband be right sometimes (out loud and in your head), holding back the urge to poke fun at him because he said something ridiculous in the middle of a work day rant, and compassionately giving him soup, TLC, enabling his ‘man cold’ to trump whatever virus you have…..yeah…..I’m just not there yet….
Love the man cold bit. I think that made its way in to my book.
Love is peeling the green parts off the strawberries for your friend. (My son did this, when his 4 year old friend came for a playdate yesterday.)
Aww. He’s a keeper.
Love is not throwing out that awful, awful shirt. And holding his hand even when he wears it in public.
That *is* love.
LOVE is UNCONDITIONAL!
🙂
Love is…emptying your beloved’s hospital bedpan, yanking the inexplicably long hair out of your beloved’s ear, not throwing out a 20-year-old adding machine (“because I might use it again someday”), paying the $200 vet bill for the stray cat your beloved is slowly adopting, happily putting up with each other’s crazy families. Yep, all things we’ve done in 20 years of marriage.
Wow. I’m not sure I’m looking forward to the next 8 years of my marriage. 😉
Love is…agreeing to Nair someone’s back hair off for them. It’s also cringe-worthy, but saying it’s love is much nicer, don’t you think?
It’s all in the packaging. Does Nair work?
Love is giving him your last Malteser and not boasting about it.
Love is refusing her last Malteser.
Amba sent me. 🙂
Thanks for dropping by, Tilly Bud. Love your blog title! Maltesers. Yum.
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Tasting the creations one’s children create when left not-quite-unattended-but-close-due-to-a-Facebook-emergency in the kitchen. Swallowing those creation and saying “Mmm…delicious!” without throwing up.
Yes, loving the cold toast they make you on Mother’s Day.
To paraphrase Woody Allen…
Love between two people is great. Between five it’s fantastic.
Ha. That Woody…
Love is not saying a word when your favorite wool sweater has to be handed down to your daughters doll, because it’s so nice to have help with the laundry!
Yes. The ruining things by helping out…
I think your friend might be my soul sister. At the end of December I decided to keep my tree up all year. I took the Christmas off and put Valentine’s on.
Really? That’s awesome.
Love is not only cleaning up the puke . . . but catching it in your hands as it is coming out. :-/
Love is basically becoming a single mom when your husband has to travel almost the entire month of January, including a “for fun” trip to Vegas for 4 days, in which he brings home NO cash.
That’s love. The puke and the Vegas.
In my husband’s case, love is super freaking patient.
Mine too.
Love is giving me the meat from the crab you just picked. (It’s an Maryland thing.)
Or…love is picking the nuts out of my cookie.
Anything to do with picking really.
I think you nailed it with your first thought.
Love is watching Finding Bigfoot AND Gold Rush in ONE night.