REAL LOVE

When he comes home bruised and stiff from bumping into a bleacher, and you're exhausted because you spent the day driving all over town as usual, and then spent the afternoon in the emergency room with a frightened 13-year-old, and you realize that there's no way you're going to be able to do the things you had tried to plan for the evening, and you rub his bruised and aching back for him, and he sits through The Daily Show without complaining because he knows you love it even though he hates it, and then you lay down and just enjoy cuddling with him even though he smells like Ben-Gay, and you both agree that it's still been a good Valentine's Day, that's real love.