I cackle at the conversation he’s having with himself and a wash of love pours over me from the fact that he hasn’t refused to read aloud anything I’ve sent him. He knows how special I feel when he lends me his voice, and even when I’m teasing him, he puts up with it because he loves me. And yes, children, this is what love does. It’s far more important as a verb than it is as a noun, take it from someone who relies on actions to make my family feel loved.
