The Things I Do For You
You might not understand this, not being
inclined to think this way, but literally
everything I do to help around the house
is, in my mind, an act of love. When I
empty the dishwasher, that is an act of
love. When I roll the garbage bin back
from the curb, that is an act of love.
Folding laundry, vacuuming the floor,
scrubbing the toilet. All of these are acts
of love, and without love, I doubt that I
would do them. Without love, I would
wade through the piles of trash upon the
floor. Without love, the sinks would clog
and forever remain in that state. Without
love, our bed would go unmade. The
making of the bed, especially, for me
is a particularly meaningful act of love.
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