Love is patient, love is kind.
We've all heard it a thousand times. But what does it mean?
I love my animals, but I am not always patient with them.
I love my husband, but there are times I am not kind.
So, how can love be both? I don't really think it's either. I think it's the intent, the ideal, but not the "truth".
Infinite patience when it comes to children. Most days. But not with an adult who should know better.
Unlimited kindness, but not always in the face of adversity.
It seems so simple, but it really is a very complex concept. Perhaps it's just easiest to sigh and move on.
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