Love, like germs, is an invisible force. Its resilience and ability to multiply is unseen to the naked eye.
It is what evokes compassion instead of disgust, when cleaning up vomit for the 7th time in as many hours.
It is terrible gut-wrenching when you can hear your firstborn crying in pain for mummy, but you must stay in quarantine in order to protect the newborn from being infected.
It makes you wake up your own mother to pitch in... because her love, too, stretches to overlap with yours as a sweaty toddler's screams swallow the silence of the dawn.
It is thicker than the copious coffee that wakes you despite having not slept, it is sweeter than the spent spouse who claims they got enough rest.
It is a father who never even washed his own dishes after meals, turning into a grandfather who cooks our daily meals.
Love always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.