Love Is a Sound
Love has a sound. It hums quietly in ordinary moments. In laughter shared across a room. In a voice that checks in, not because it must, but because it wants to. And this month, the so called month of love, I find myself sitting with that sound and appreciating it.
February may wear the crown of Valentine’s Day, but love is not seasonal. Somewhere in the world, every single day, someone is discovering it, living in it, remembering it, or hoping for it. And that, to me, is beautiful.
I’m thinking of the kind of love that happens when the timing is right, the connection is real, and two people choose each other with intention. The love that makes you feel seen, complemented, and quietly accomplished. The kind that doesn’t shrink you, but expands you. And in that expansion, you get to give back, to pour into another person just as deeply.
This kind of love often grows into families. Sometimes with children, sometimes without. Both paths are valid. Both are full. Because what truly defines it is not the outcome, but the peace of being with someone who is accountable to you, and whom you are accountable to in return.
It’s a love that survives hard conversations. That chooses communication over escape. That holds on through tough seasons and comes out softer, wiser, and stronger on the other side. Without it, life could easily become a solo journey of comfort, ambition, and adventure. But this love reminds us that we are human. It humbles us. It teaches kindness, patience, and perspective. It teaches us to pause and ask, “How does this affect the one I love?”
Even for those not currently in it, love still nourishes. It shows up in memories. In hope. In the quiet confidence that something good exists and can exist again. For me, this season brings back memories of early butterflies, gentle check-ins, shared laughter, and the grounding joy of partnership.
Love is messy. Love is wonderful. And even just sitting with it, remembering it, celebrating it, feels like a gift.
This month, I choose to honor that sound.
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