The following entry was written by Karin of Chaotic Home

I fell in love with my husband after meeting him once. He was engaged, but that didn't last. Then he deployed, but we wrote letters to each other every day. We got engaged over a phone call while he was in Saudi Arabia and I was in Georgia. We had our FIRST KISS when he came home three months later. It was a relationship of open, honest sharing, very little physical contact. Probaby the best relationship I'd ever had. Can't "jump in the sack" with each other when you're separated by 5,000+ miles.

The wishy, washy, hot momma feelings of love eventually fade away. True love is when you still feel respect and devotion for each other when your matabolism drops, globs of fat appear on your hips, thighs and buttocks, and you're too tired to actually fight with one another. Then you have kids, fight, and are too tired to remember what you were fighting about in the first place. Then when one of you is sick, dripping green goop from your nose, crabby like there's no tomorrow, the other one finds a way to stay home to take care of the house, kids, AND keeps you tucked in bed to get better. That's true love.

You know you're in love when after 15 years you're still helping each other become better people. You've "grown up" together, relaxed into a wonderful, comfortable flow of life that makes it through some pretty hard times.

And when you take forever to pick out an outfit to wear to your husband's promotion and the best you can come up with is a gorgeous green sweater that still makes you look like a fat leprechaun, your loved one can still make you feel like a queen. Even when the three little Toad Princes dump their chicken wings, soda and chips on you. Somehow that doesn't bother you, it will be okay. You would have never imagined life turning out quite like this, but you have a special peace in your heart for these three boys, their dad, and the love they have for you, too.