What is love?

The past few days have led me to ask some questions about love? Can love be measured? Can it be represented in a tangible object? If you could take a picture of love, what would it look like? Well folks, I have found the answer to these questions. I saw love in action this week, and let me tell you, there was some measuring involved. There were lots of tangible little parts. I think there may have even been some swearing involved. But, I took a picture of love, and this is what it looks like:

Yes, everyone, love is a ceiling fan. Let me just explain. This is no ordinary ceiling fan. My incredibly talented and good-looking husband proved his love to me this week by installing this ceiling fan. The man actually crawled through Hell for me this week...Ok, it was really our fiberglass insulated, nails sticking out everywhere attic, but from everything I can gather it's pretty much the same as Hell. The project required mounting the fan securely to the joists and running electricity from the fan down to an outlet in the wall. As you can see from the picture, he was successful, and I'm happy to say nobody was electricuted and the house has not burned down. Dayne never ceases to amaze me with his ability to do things he's never done before.

I know this much, he loves me.

I also know that he's pretty much used up all the love in his heart on this project, so I'll probably be on my own with any other unsavory tasks for the rest of our marriage. I don't know, maybe it's like childbirth, give him a year or two and he'll forget how bad it really was, but something tells me he's never going in that attic as long as he lives... Oh yeah, he's the one that told me that.