Honest-to-goodness true love

When your husband rolls his eyes at you because you're supposed to be in the car, driving to a meeting, and instead you're doing the dishes and putting away random papers because you just can't face doing that stuff when you get home and then he tells you that he could do it and you remember the night before when you came home and nothing was done and you had to do it all yourself anyway but you refrain from uttering the words "yes, you could, but will you?" because he was, in fact, playing with your children the night before, that's true love.

When your son wants to know what a lazy Susan is and you explain it to him and then add as an afterthought that you're not sure why it's called a lazy Susan and half a second later he asks why it's called a lazy Susan and you don't pull the car over and tell him to find his own way to school, thank you very much, that's true love.

When your three-year-and-one-month old daughter still won't give you any inkling of when she needs to do her business and you can't go anywhere unless you put in her in a pull-up, which only perpetuates the problem, and you begin to fear that she will never ever ever ever potty train and you won't be able to send her off to college or marry her off to a nice boy because she'll still need assistance when she does a number two, and yet you still kiss her thirteen times before sending her off to bed because you really do think that she's the most adorable little girl that has ever been, that's true love.

And that's the truth.