Love is in the coffee every single morning.

It’s in the way my eldest asks me, “How was your day?”

And it’s how my youngest stays with hugs for the longest time.

It’s all those texts returned from friends during the witching hour.

The witching hour can happen any time of every day and night.

It’s the way my mom knows how I am through my tone of voice.

Love can drive you crazy & at the same time love will hold steady while you reach for the one star you had your eye on since childhood.

Love reflects ourselves back to ourselves, and sometimes this is hard to take.

Sometimes love ends.

You see how the everything stopped with that period?

That’s a small dot of how it feels to not be loved anymore by someone you still love.

That’s so didactic: me telling you that. Like you didn’t know.

“Just  because someone isn’t willing or able to love us, it doesn’t mean we are unlovable.” -Brene Brown

But we feel unlovable. Found out.

I knew I was unlovable!

Lovable.

I am loved, loving and lovable.

I love the way L’s feel and sound. I love a good lovefest.

I love coffee in bed made by Chris. The way my eldest asks me how my day was and the way my youngest stays within our hugs for the longest time.

Loved, loving, lovable.

Whether or not you feel lovable right now, somewhere someone is loving you. Tap into that, if you can.

Happy love day (even if you hate it) I love you.