Sometimes love feels like the cold blast of air that greets you as your faithful husband walks in the door from work
Sometimes love feels like hot, stinging dishwater.
Sometimes love feels like a heart that’s hurting inside while a mouth speaks reproof that will yield future peace.
Sometimes love feels like a tiny hand connected to a very wobbly, newly walking body.
Sometimes love feels like the side of your husband pressed up against your own as you do absolutely nothing.
Sometimes love feels a lot like playing ring-around-the-rosie.
Sometimes love feels so amazing you can only respond in wordless worship.
Sometimes love feels like a rock in your stomach once you’ve decided to apologize.
Sometimes love feels like a four year old climbing on you as if she was still two.
Sometimes love feels like your heart is bursting.
Sometimes love feels not so much like a dramatic explosion inside, but thirty pounds of soft, squishiness sitting down in your lap.
Sometimes love feels like a fuzzy sleeper holding a body that’s collapsed on your shoulder.
All the time, love feels undeserved.
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