I've been humming a song from childhood for a couple months: "Love is Alive," by the Judds. These three people who share a home with me - I love them. I love them with an exhaustive (and exhausting), living love. And I am loved too. There is nothing better; I am very, very grateful.
Love is alive and at our breakfast table every day of the week.
Love is alive, and it grows every day and night, even in our sleep.
Love is alive, and it's made a happy woman out of me.