it's the quiet times in love that count the most.

There's the grand fanfare that accompanies the beginning of every relationship. The constant sighs of contentedness, the furtive glances in each other's direction, the blushes and giggles, the holding of hands, the stolen kisses.

And then ... life kinda takes over. The stolen kisses become more sparse, the hand holding is replaced by kids, and wallets, phones, tv remotes...you know. Life. The furtive glances become exhausted stares, and the sighs of content become sighs of frustration.

yep.

life.

But...life goes on, and love will either grow or die. It's what you do with the love in those quiet times. Do you water it? Or ignore it? Do you nourish it with little, thoughtful things? Like...a little snuggle before getting out of bed? Or changing the toilet paper roll when it's empty? Or...what about making their favorite dinner? Surprising them with a single flower. Making the bed while he's in the shower? Fluffing the other's towel in the dryer while they bathe?

So many little, quiet ways of saying "I love you." Sometimes ... it's those quiet little whispers that make the impact, far deeper of an impact than the resounding crashes.

So go love.

Quietly.
Loudly.

And do it, without expect for return. Do it to show them. Not so they can show you.

xxxkissesxxx