I'm not sure what made me think of this, but I know what love is. Love is getting up early to make the coffee. Grandpa Jim would do this for Grandma, even though he didn't drink coffee himself. I remember helping him grind the beans in the morning and thinking that it was so great that he did this for Grandma. Why they didn't have a coffee maker with a timer is a mystery, and maybe it's because that wouldn't be love.
I also think love is getting into the bed first to warm it up.
Zack Braff's character in Garden State defines love as letting someone wipe their snotty nose on your sleeve like his mother did when he was a child and was crying.
I've heard it's love when someone lets you have the last bite of dessert. I agree.
My friend, Megan, once asked a class of 6th graders what love was and their answers were cute, insightful and hilarious. It's pretty amazing how our definitions of love differ and how they change as we get older. Does the definition of love change over time in a bigger sense? Is my definition of love different than someone who was 23 in 1620?
So what is love?
My friend, Luke, seems to find love wherever he looks, and takes beautiful pictures of it.
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