This week the prompt for I must confess is Love. The word love means different things to everybody. Here is what it means to me.
Love is..that powerful feeling that comes from deep within. It can make your heart stop and your stomach feel like there is a 1000 butterflies living in your stomach.
Love is..the emotion that stops you from beating your partner over the head with a club when they do something ridiculously stupid, that makes you so bad you might explode.
Love is..curling up on the couch watching a movie that you’ve seen more times than you count because you love to see the smile on your little guys face.
Love is..peeling prawns on a hot summer’s day when you’d rather be enjoying a cold beverage.
Love is..multifaceted. It is the unconditional love you feel for your beautiful child, even when they are driving you up the wall. It is being able to to see the small things that make a person who they are.
Love is..the support you get from friends and family when things have gone sour. It is the reassuring messages when you are struggling to see the light through the all encompassing darkness.
Love is..respectful. Love is not about imbalance, it is about complementing each other. Love brings out the best in us.
Love is..fierce. It creates a fire deep within us that allows us to keep moving when we think we can’t possibly take another step.
Love is..a flower presented to a Mummy from a rough and tumble boy who thinks she is beautiful.
Love is..the cheeky grin that you can’t help but smile at. It is the funny little things our loved ones do, the things that we remember when things are on a downward spiral.
What does love mean to you?