Bacon for breakfast

I am often profoundly touched by houses with carefully tended yards, or porches.  I imagine the people inside and I see strong, proud people who have a sense of what is important in life.  It doesn't matter if the house is in the poorest neighborhood and falling down.  The effort put into them shines through the poverty in a way that is not always evident in the wealthiest areas.

The same is true for ragtag families glued together by love instead of blood. Men and women rearing each others' children from former relationships as though they were their own is real down to earth Love (with a capital L.)

Pop culture and television reality shows often focus on the romance and extraordinary things people do, but it is in the little everyday acts that life becomes most meaningful.

That lonely little petunia planted by the mailbox, the arms that slip around someone's shoulders, bacon for breakfast -- this is love in its purest form.