I have this little stuffed animal that sits on my bed. My husband gave it to me. It's a little bear with a heart that, if you press, says, "I love you!" then makes a kissing sound. It's cute.
The other day I was putting things away in my bedroom and didn't see it on the floor. I stepped on it, and it said, "I love you!" You would think I would learn my lesson and pick it up but didn't and stepped on it a few more times. Each time it would say the same thing, "I love you!". I laughed at the silly little bear, then thought of my husband. So many times I do stupid things... and accidentally hurt him. But each time he says, "I love you!". That's true love!