On the topic of Love

I was reading the dual post that the Dirty Pirate Hooker and her Fiance wrote and it made me think about the DSB.
Actually I was thinking about what love is and what it is to me can be summed up in one photo.

See that...that is love right there baby.
Little background.
That photo was taken from the cab of my 36' pickup at 6:30 am. What you can't tell is that we are moving in this picture. This is the UNGODLY long as hell line to get into the 2008 Mooneyes Xmas Party.
The wait was so long that my truck was starting to overheat. I had to kill the engine to avoid cracking my engine block.
What you are looking at in this photo is the DSB pushing my truck while I steer. The big lug pushed my truck at least 50 yards till he had to stop because he was having "Chest Pains" (he's fine). That is love right there.
I think back to all the other guys I've dated and I ask myself "Would he have pushed my truck in the freezing cold at 6:30 am?"
The Answer is HELL NO.
My last BF was only really good for borrowing money and downloading porn onto my computer.
The DSB is so good on so many levels. He thinks it's cute when I knit, he doesn't mind when i drink WAY too much of that cheap white wine at the Nokia Center and end up falling down in a parking lot (and believe me I'm a very floppy drunk but I wasn't driving so I cut loose a little, ok too loose but hey that's what he gets for volunteering to be the Designated Driver.). He puts up with my brother. He thinks I'm cute first thing in the morning, no makeup, hair all matted up and breath that smells like I slept with a dead hamster in my mouth. Yeah he loves me.
Anyways...that's love to me.