I set out my husband’s vitamins for him the other night.

Not because I wanted to. I didn’t.

It was late. I was exhausted. Even this simplest of tasks seemed daunting.

But I did it anyway.

Not because I felt like it. But because love is so much more than a feeling.

“Following your heart” is probably the worst advice ever given. Because if I wanted to be brutally honest with myself, I don’t feel like loving my husband a lot of the time.

But I do it anyway. Because love is sacrifice. Love is service. Love is forgiveness.

Love is action.

Love is keeping your mouth shut when you really want to say something you shouldn’t.

Love is putting the shoes away with a smile even though you know he’s fully capable of doing it himself.

Love is filling up the gas tank so the other person doesn’t have to.

Love is setting out the vitamins.

Because when our feelings fail (and they always will) love chooses to stay anyway.

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