When I was 17 I thought love was butterflies and holding hands. When I was 19 I mistook codependence for love. When I was 20 I lost love and she found her way back to me. When I was 22 I dreamed of a love I didn’t know if I’d ever have. Now at 24, love is redefined every day.
On Monday, love was the way my wife and daughter smiled at each other.
On Tuesday, love was hearing the baby laughing at her toys.
On Wednesday, love was watching Cadence enjoy her bath. Thursday, it was watching her with her grandmother. Friday, it was her falling asleep in my arms. Every day is an adventure. Every day love is brand new with you.