What's Love?

It's a signature and special message in my 2001 Forbush Falcon yearbook
It's a chance I took in December 2002
It's the stuffed turkey that still sits in my living room floor...in full strut
It's my ridiculous shedding habit which I'm trying to get under control 
It's listening to Pretty Little Liars on Tuesdays for half the year and listening to any type of sports broadcasting imaginable the other half
It's him pushing the grocery cart and paying while I try to check every item off the list and overly rearranging the bagging job
It's me getting frustrated at cooking new dishes and him rescuing my efforts before they turn to inedible carbon
It's Duplin wine, any variety, flavor, etc. will suffice
It's making decisions of what color the trim will be throughout our new home
It's his ability to beautifully miter a picture frame window after numerous You Tube videos, HGTV shows and DIY Pinterest pins
It's the fact he pumps the gas and I run in for the beer
It's trips to Taco Bell, Dick's Sporting Goods and New Town Bistro date nights
It's a 3:45 alarm on a Sunday morning, a text before he takes off, when he lands and a weekly "Good Luck Bebe" tweet/text around noon
It's a cheers at the bar with friends once RCR takes home a win
It's a snuggle on the couch watching those cars go around and around, waiting patiently for a shot of a man dressed in Caterpillar yellow with a large gas can thrown over his shoulder wearing a shiny apron
It's he takes out the trash
It's I lay out the bills with sticky notes every month
It's the echo of a staple gun Monday-Saturday after 4pm
It's the slop of a paintbrush Monday-Sunday (minus Fridays, sometimes)
It's the way I have to hoist myself up into a big blue Dodge Ram
It's the way he makes fun of me when I fall (out of the truck)
It's the numerous nights we didn't speak more than 30 minutes because I had a paper to write
It's the special message on my graduation cap that I wore on December 16th 2012 because he made that dream come true
It's our Boone
It's our Lizzie
It's a snapchat mid day
It's dressing by the flashlight app on my iPhone because he got in at 5:00am from the race
It's him dressing by the flashlight app because he's leaving at 4:00am for a race 
It's cussing the numerous number of black Sharpies I've pulled from my laundry
It's him cussing because I forgot to dry the laundry twice
It's 2,500 square feet of hickory hard woods on a po-dunk trailer and a diamond ring on a frosty December 31st morning



That's love. It's all love. <3