Love It is the little things
The idea of Love is so big and so overwhelming some times: Where does it come from? Where does it goes? Would life be worth living without it? How can we love a second child, or a third, or a fourth? It is merely chemicals, like oxytocin and endorphins, in a lovely soupy mix? While I can ponder the Big Things with the best of them, for me, love is in the little things.