hmmm......Love for me is when beloved husband sacrifices his mid night cup of tea because he forgot to buy milk.
Yes...that's what the beloved husband did.
We get two liters of milk on Monday and two on Friday...occasionally having to buy additional one liter midweek.
But this has become the beloved husband's job since I surrendered our milk man last November as I suspected he used to add water in milk in his way from shop to our house.
Only this Friday....he forgot.
When I went to get the milk out of the fridge in order to make my porridge this Saturday evening...hmm....I had no choice but to leave the smallest amount.
...Meaning not enough for two cups of tea.
Where we live it isn't a case of walking to the corner shop.
Most nights at around 11.30 after sometime dinner...he makes us tea occasionally gracing me with a plate of biscuits.
But...this Saturday...it meant only one cup.
And he...being the perfect gentleman...insisted that the one cup should be mine.
I didn't marry him for his money....nor did I marry him for his physical appearence...hmmm...or may be I did...okay okay...I suppose not to mention this aloud...
hmm...but I did marry him for love....and of course his night time tea.
What is love for you?