Tonight I witnessed love in it's truest form...it was in the form of phone calls to check a patient's well being. It was in the hand holding, beer smuggling, assistance in the most basic needs. Chap stick applying, eye glass cleaning, hugs and prayers. It was chicken keeping and relaying messages that all is good. It was family.
And when I saw my father in law take the hand of his bride just shy some 50 years from I do....melt my heart and all the ties that bind us together as family. Love works its invisibe magic entertwining us all as one. I am a part of that story, their story...family = love.