Love is in the bright eyes of a little one riding on dad’s shoulders at a protest on a sunny day in Grant Park.
Love is in the mother holding her child close after a long night of Croup.
Love is in the joy of a puppy who learns about snow for the first time.
Nothing to get in the way.
For me it is the moment I feel myself stand up..not scared…on both my feet with the keys to my own damn life…that is Love too.