I frequently get frustrated with my friends who seem all to quick to mistake the butterflies-in-the-stomach, mushy, romantic, chocolate-dipped feelings they get (or often create) for love. Now don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong with any of that. But in and of itself, it is not love. Those feelings come and go. They're great for the good times, but when they dissolve and nothing else is left, everyone is left feeling betrayed and confused.
True love can also experience the mushy nothings. But it will see you through the bad. It will anchor you during the hard times and comfort you when no one else is there. It is a beacon. A companion. A friend. When the ceiling falls, it is still there. Because it's a choice. A living thing kept warm by the continual choice on both people's parts that to experience life together is exponentially better than to go it alone.
Jared, you are the Paul to my Joanne.
On the day we buried our daughter