And I choose to love. I choose to love when I’m picking up dirty socks. I choose to love when I’m feeling unappreciated after putting a stellar meal on the dinner table. I choose to love when my husband forgets his lunch I made for him the night before AGAIN (or IS he forgetting…? Maybe he’s sick of this Paleo business. Hmmm… that’s neither here nor there). I choose to love because that is the only real choice. As the song from King and Country says, “If I sing but don’t have love, I waste my breath with every song, I bring an empty voice, a hollow noise. If I speak with a silver tongue, convince a crowd but don’t have love, I leave a bitter taste with every word I say.”