Love Is:

checking the weather of the city your loved one lives in, every day.

Every time I talk to my dad on the phone we discuss weather and every time he mentions how he saw in the newspaper/on The Weather Channel that the weather here in Portland was x, y or z. Every time, without fail.

It had never occurred to me until I was out running the other day that this means my dad is thinking about me. Every day. It is an incredibly small gesture, but it shows an even more incredible amount of love.

Then it dawned on me, all I'm really looking for in life is someone that doesn't have to ask, "what's the weather like?" because they already know.