I love chocolate. I love to take walks with my hubby. I love my husband deeply. Three kinds of love, yet, we use the same word for each. I might choose different words and rephrase my sentences: “Chocolate excites my tastebuds. I enjoy taking walks with my hubby. My love for my husband causes me to bless him.”

How do I know that my husband loves me? By his thoughtfulness – his actions. Some of you may remember that I had a bicycle accident a month ago. I am still recovering from it, and have to keep my leg propped up. Sunday morning, I found my pillow on top of some plastic boxes under my desk, waiting for my swollen leg to rest on it. He hadn’t said a word but had lovingly placed it there for me to find when I sat down to write. A simple act of love that made me smile and thank him.