True Love

When I was a little kid, I used to think about when I grew up.  I thought about my future husband and thought true love looked something like this:

 In all honesty, I probably never thought this, but it is sweet, ha!

So now that I'm an adult, what does true love mean?  What does it mean when you have a sweet little boy who takes a lot of sleep from you?  Here's what I've deemed true love the past couple of weeks.

True Love is letting the other person sleep when you've been up since 4 on the weekend, even though we have a designated switch time of 6.

True Love is watching your husband with your son, making him laugh, talking to him, and being an all around amazing guy.

True Love is having someone that volunteers to get Connor from daycare, just so you can go to Happy Hour with your work friends.

If you know me at all, you know this is far from the truth.  I rarely drink!

True Love is working together to help your child in any way possible.

And probably the last sign of True Love we've had these past few weeks:

Saving Connor's first official solid poop (his little poop nugget) for the other parent to see when they wake up...ha!