Love is the little things that we do for those we care most for. It is the things we sometimes overlook. It is the things we remember even when we are mad.
Love is the pictures we send in the group chat that made us think of each other.
Love is taking silly videos together.
Love is camping in the desert.
Love is annual Disneyland trips together even when you are both adults.
Love is adopting one more animal. OK maybe two more…
Love is falling asleep despite the snoring.
Love is forgiving.
Love is being able to communicate solely through pictures.
Love is pizza and stargazing.
Love is driving around at 2:00 a.m. just to talk.
Love is helping pick out a wig.
Love is moonlight on fresh powdery snow.
Love is a summertime tan.
Love is puppy kisses.
Love is old rope swings.
Love is grateful.
Love is a pile of cousins on the couch after Thanksgiving dinner.
Love is eating friendship bread late at night.
Love is listening.
Love is eating the tops of my asparagus.
Love is fire pits and foil packet dinners.
Love is a baby’s smile.
Love is driving them to doctor appointments.
Love is double bacon cheeseburgers.
Love is riding the scary upside down carnival ride.
Love is temporary tattoos.
Love is appetizers for dinner.
Love is vanilla ice cream at the bottom of your shaved ice.
Love is taking silly pictures on your phone for you to find later.
Love is not judging.
Love is Chinese food for Thanksgiving dinner.
Love is painted Bubba kegs.
Love is singing in the car.
Love is wanting them there for the big moments.
Love is getting that gift even if it is illegal.
Love is laughing together.
Love is getting a sunburn in exchange for the perfect day.
Love is trips to Cabela’s.
Love is a big red barn.
Love is mandarins in January.
Love is driving them to urgent care for pink eye.
Love is making breakfast for 20 people at 4:00 in the morning.
Love is remembering their allergies.
Love is a little chapel in the mountains of South Carolina.
Love is Yellowstone in November.
Love is gold panning at the river.
Love is never wanting to say goodbye.
Love is learning to ride a horse.
Love is Christmas mornings together.
Love is making the hard decisions.
Love is a kitten curled up at the foot of the bed.
Love is Snapchat streaks.
Love is their smile.
Love is the smell of campfire in the fall.
Love is soccer in the rain.
Love is sisterhood.
Love is an unexpected ladybug sighting.
Love is road trips to Montana.
Love is missing them always.
Love is eternal.
To me love is expressed not through words, but through actions. To my friends and family, thank you for showing me what love is.




















