Love Is...

Everyone’s definition of ‘love’ maybe something slightly different and one’s capacity for love is most certainly very individual. To me, love is often shown in small acts of kindness that come so naturally, they need no prior thought for their spontaneity alone is proof they are genuine and heartfelt.

There is a particular English sweet, individual chocolates with caramel centers that come in a long roll. I still remember their clever advertising slogan from when I was a child, to show how much one loved these particular chocolates, you would consider giving your very last one to the person you loved.

Well I’d certainly give my last chocolate to my darling husband, for he was willing to sit through an old black and white movie called ‘Harvey’. This rather dated but charming film, stars James Stewart who befriends a ‘Pooka’ which takes on the shape of a white 6’3” tall rabbit. Not only did my husband sit with me to watch the entire film, but didn't even fall asleep - now that’s what I call love.

It takes great love and dedication to be a caregiver, thinking of your partner and putting their needs first. This is a job for life, and those who bravely commit show true grit for it is far from easy, and the far reaching ramifications of taking care of someone cannot to be taken lightly. Wherever I go, whether it be a doctor’s appointment or a speaking engagement, my husband accompanies me. We support and encourage each other, and make it over each hurdle that comes our way. 

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