Love.

You're in the 5th grade and you repeatedly trace the name of the boy to your left into your peechie folder. And you think you know what love is.

You dance with your highschool sweetheart at Prom, and you think you know what love is.

You meet the person you're going to marry and you're well on your way to knowing what love is.

You watch the person you marry, hold their first child. And now you can see what love is.

And then one day, you sit down with your two kids at a dirty table in red robin and you glance over to find them snuggled up to that person you married and love does not begin to explain it.