What Is True?

Yesterday's question in my five year Q&A journal stood tall and called out to my heart...

What is true?

Seems like a simple question, but all the answers you think you have for it can tangle up quickly. Somehow they seem too contrived, too cliché or just not true at all. 

I sat on that simple three-worded question for a solid five minutes. Then I found my answer. After all, it was squatting on two dimpled legs right in front of me, toothy grin and all.

Love. 

Love is the purest, truest thing I know. After being alive for a short, but incredibly full 25 years, I realize I don't know much, but I know quite a bit about love. I know it by the friendly voice at the other end of the line greeting me when I ring up my parents for a chat. I know it by my crazy family and friends sticking around even when I've been a total pain up the wahoo and walking away would have been the easy way out. I know it by the hugs Matt and I share at the end of a long work day and the fulfilled look in his eyes as he watches Luke and I goofing around and sharing our silly jokes. I know it by the surge of overwhelming joy I felt as I heard Luke's first cry upon entering our world and by the smiles, tears, belly laughs and moments we've spent simply in each other's embrace since.

Yes, love is true.