What does love look like? Here is one picture among the billions:
Beneath that pale lilac pillowcase is a laptop computer. My computer is important to me, as I write better than I speak.
My mother (rightly) thinks I need to spend a little less time at the computer. She is also techno-handicapped: She can’t use a computer at all.
Yet, despite having no use for a computer herself, she covers mine with a cloth in the evening if I visit her. She does this without exception. Her reasoning is that someone may break in, and if they do not see a computer, they will not steal it. Why does she care about this machine? Because she loves me, and I care about the material on this computer.
I don’t even do that for my own computer, but she does.
A picture of love often looks very ordinary. Yet love is the most extraordinary thing in the world.