Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Robyna of Chasing His Sunshine and The Mummy and the Minx.

My boys are making valentines. There are red and pink confetti hearts strewn over the floor, having fallen from the kitchen table. Tiny bits of paper curled at the edges and trampled underfoot. Never to make their way to a card.

I gather a few up in my hand and for a short moment, before my boys call my attention back to them, I admire their fragile beauty. These little lost hearts remind me of the son who isn’t here. The one who will never proudly show me a card he has made. The one who will never send his own Valentine, or fall in love, or crash hard out of it. The son who died when he was just two weeks old.

Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Ferg of Hapless and Hopeless.

There comes a time when we are all left stranded alone on the intersection of love and life, and you question why the hell you put yourself through so much pain just to experience love. I’m not just talking about the love shared with a partner, but familial relationships and friendships too. Love is multifaceted and penetrates all aspects of our daily lives. As such, we all come to these crossroads at some point and have many tough decisions to make.

The bottom line is love hurts… It really sucks sometimes. Whether it’s the pain of being dumped, having to walk away from a friendship, or even the death of a loved one, you begin to tell yourself that life would be so much simpler if we didn’t love at all. And boy would you be right!

Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is mine—with a little help from Bad Dad.

When I was my daughters’ ages, true love looked a lot like fairy tales: it was all handsome princes with dazzling smiles and bright white horses (shudder). By college, it had turned into hot guys with dangerous smiles who would buy me a drink (again, shudder).

But do you know what true love really is? It’s being driven completely insane by someone and loving them anyway. It’s choosing to remain with a person every single day, even though they are utterly incapable of properly loading a dishwasher.

That, in a nutshell, is my husband and I. We are completely mismatched and could not see the world more differently. He is all logic and reason (and stubborn. A whole lot of stubborn). I am all feelings and emotions (and also maybe a little bit stubborn. But very little…).

But we agree on one important thing: we love each other.

So, in the spirit of love that is real and true and not from the pages of a mystical storybook, we give unto thee two lists. One contains five incredibly valid reasons that he drives me insane. The other is a list of drivel that you probably don’t want to read anyway. 😉

Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Katie of The Superfoodery.

Why the person you should be loving this Valentine’s Day is not who you might expect…

This Valentine’s Day marks 10 years since my first cancer diagnosis. I was mid-20s and ‘living large.’ I’d moved across country twice since finishing university. I was moving up the corporate ladder. I had a man, but no responsibilities so life was a pretty awesome party.

Then I turned 27 and my new life—the After Sick life—began.

I fell crazily ill, hospitalized in Intensive Care for weeks. Every organ was biopsied, every medical specialist had a look. Answers were not forthcoming. It was literally months later, when I was living with ambiguity, loaded to the eyeballs on steroids and 45 other daily meds, when I was given the diagnosis on Valentine’s Day. “It’s good news,” my doctor said. “It’s an answer. And we have drugs for it.”

Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Katie of Simplified by Katie.

Dear Daughter,

With Valentine’s Day steadfastly approaching it seemed appropriate to write you a love letter, as you’re a constant reminder to me that when love is pure and palpable, it manifests into more. While Daddy will always be my Valentine, you join the ranks with the title of my Littlest Love, and I’m proud to be your mama.

While we have yet to meet face-to-face, I anticipate the March day that we’ll become better acquainted. Every day I grow more eager to kiss the hands and feet that politely pound from within me. I daydream about your destiny, and I’m still in awe that I get to be the one to help you join this big and beautiful world.

Since I’ve learned of your impending arrival, I’ve made some great changes in my life. It’s as if the news of you shook my soul and forced me to confront the canvas that I call fate. I’m painting myself a new landscape and my latest space will seek to savor the simple but significant moments of life. I’m so glad you’ll see me work to make myself better, and I’m excited to teach you to do the same.