Writing Prompt #475. You’re asked by the love of your life to define what love means to you. What is love? Baby don’t hurt me…don’t hurt me…no more… Love is time. Love is effort. Love is listening. Love is saving the cabbage stem in a little bowl of water all day for the one who enjoys it most. Love is sacrificing something you enjoy doing to do something the person you love enjoys doing. Like sitting on the beach under an umbrella all day when you burn like a lobster and you’d much rather be touring old houses and being gently buffeted by porch ceiling fans, hung from haint blue ceilings. Or not going fishing, but instead taking your wife to the beauty parlor because she’s nervous about driving on the highway. Love is a dog who meets you at the door even though you’re an hour late. Love is bringing you a Sprite with the good ice when you’re sick. Love is starting your car for you on frosty mornings. Love is telling your children no, even though it hurts your heart, because you know it will benefit them more than giving in. Love is tulips on a Tuesday in April. Love is coconut cream pie like your granny made. Love is picking them up from the airport at one in the morning, even when you have to be at work at eight. Love is simply good morning texts…