Love is always bestowed as a gift -- freely, willingly, and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Once, many years ago (I was still in high school), Dr. Love visited our area and my mom took us to hear him speak. I bought one of his books (LOVE) and he signed it... I am pretty sure that I still have it! It was a pretty big deal, and is a terrific memory... about which I was reminded when I read Kym's post today. Thanks!!
Happy February 14th!