Love

I contemplate about love all the time.

Almost impossible to define, challenging to conceive, and something entirely beyond the realms of our full understanding. Even though I ruminate on it often (I will share in a future blog post), I think about the face of love, or more like, the faces of love.

There are many faces of love, both in a metaphoric and a literal sense. For me, my husband is my face of love. And while he isn't the only one, he is the face I think of first.

In the month of February, the month of love, I hope you spend a bit of time thinking about the faces of love you gaze upon.