Love.

Love.  According to Webster’s dictionary, the word love has 9 different meanings.  Everything from a sexual embrace (huh?) to a score of zero (tennis).  I don’t know why this surprised me, I simply expected to find one solid definition.  But apparently, I was wrong, and the word love cannot be defined in one black and white depiction.  So I started to think about what love means to me.  I love lots of things … my family, my friends, my dogs, my cat, a great pair of shoes, an afternoon nap, lazy Sundays, shoes, sunshine on a cloudy day, the smell of a brand new car, and even Nutella.  But among all the lovely things in my life there is one thing specifically that comes to mind when I define the word love.

Jillian and Jeff. And the bond they have.  It is truly unbreakable, inseparable and it makes me all mushy inside when I catch her looking at him like he is her knight in shining armor.  There is something really magical about having a daughter, but the best part?  I get to watch my husband fall in love over and over again.

This past weekend was the Daddy Daughter Dance, something she looks forward to all year long.  Daddy and her go shopping for a new fancy dress, and she helps him shop for the perfect shirt and tie.  It’s kind of a big to do around here, and of course mommy had her camera handy.

Happy Valentine’s Day!