Love is...

Love is in the mundane, in the ordinary, in routines and then a few times in the extra ordinary. 

To me love is when my grandparents who were as different as night and day would nag each other about their reluctance to visit the doctor.

Or my dad who never showed a flicker of the emotion called love in his mannerisms would tell the whole world what a poor eater my mom was and how much he tries to get her to eat her meals on time or my mom who would listen to my dad's stories for millions of times without as much of an eye roll.

Love is in a night time routine with a child and eventually lying next to them in darkness listening to their gentle snores .

Love is in that routine cup of tea with your mother in law in absolute silence with nothing to talk about.

Love is cleaning your cupoboard and finding that lost earring.

Some rare times love is in being a hero to your wife when she loses her passport in a different country or your hubby going that extra mile to do your relative a favour without any prompting.

But in most cases love is quietly nestled in nooks and corners of your lives that you walk past without a second glance . Love is more often comfort  and a steady resting heart rate rather than a quickening of pulses and swooning of common sense. Love is rarely just one person but a lot many who make up your life  giving you those little chances to smile everyday.