Love is coming home from work and untangling lights and changing broken bulbs and climbing ladders in the cold to put up Christmas lights, even when you really hate doing this annual chore. Love is (mostly) biting your tongue when you want to curse at the tangled mess of lights, because you know other people really enjoy this sort of thing.
Thank you, honey. You were a dear for helping me with the lights.
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