Post-a-day 3 Love

[crwban]

Shakespeare once defined it as a many splendoured thing, and I wholeheartedly believe that to be true. I love so many things in so many different ways: I love my husband as a friend, a lover and an independent, strong-minded man; I love my family, even though they can drive me to distraction on times; I love my friends, their individuality and the way I feel when I am around them. I love experiences, sensations, sky, music, laughter.

I don't know how fraternal love feels, nor will I ever understand. I can't comprehend how maternal love consumes doubt and reason with fiery protective devotion, but some day I hope to.