Love is

PB is not having a good health month.  She's not overly sick in general, but it seems like it's all hitting her this month.  I have visited doctors with her more in the last 2 weeks than in the last year.  I'm hoping it's about done.  But that's what love does.  It sits in those waiting rooms, praying the germs don't spread, praying the fever goes, wishing and hoping for good health again.  It endures those sleepless nights, those soul sucking crying/whining gigs, the worry and fear.  It intensifies those feelings, but it make it all worthwhile too.