My Little One,

You see almost everyone painting the town Red and White. That's the reason your father brought home that lovely bouquet of Red Roses (my favourite), but that isn't what this day is all about. I know you are a bit confused right now as to where I am heading with all these words. Listen, I'll tell you.

Remember the day you came home crying, telling us how a classmate took your lunch and called you weak? I and your father told you firmly not to listen and ignore him, instead stand up to him and let him know he's actually the weakling. Remember how you cried when he did it again and we told you the same thing, until you finally told him off and he let you be...? That my child is love, the Tough kind.

Your father isn't a perfect man, neither am I and sometimes we've our issues. The other day we argued but I went ahead to prepare dinner, served you both with a smile on my face. Remember how your father was surprised I didn't throw a fit about it, instead cooked his favourite meal and it was an overall cool evening?

My Child that's love, the Unconditional kind.

When you find yourself deep in this life sweet mystery, only to be unraveled by souls meant to be knit.

You'd realize we live in a world, where love happens in the strangest place.

It changes simple things into beauty and grace.

Sometimes taken for granted, when one loves but it's not returned.

I can't promise you that you'll always be happy in love, but I can tell you it's strong enough to go against all odds

What is Love?

Dearest, Love is not Selfish.

Love is not Jealous.

Love bears no Grudge.

Love is Kind.

Love is Loyal.

Love is Independently dependent.

Love can turn a Grey sky into something Blue.

Love is Magic.

Love is Eternal.

Loves makes Butterflies in your Belly.

Love is Patient.

Love is Meek.

Baby sometimes Love is Stubborn and the times we've had, I'm sure you know by now that Love is Tough.

Love Builds.

Love Appreciates.

Love is Honest.

Love is Beautiful.

Love is Vibrant.

But Love is never Perfect.

My Child love cannot be perfect, instead it accepts the imperfections and loves it nonetheless.

True Love never gives up, regardless of the turbulence it weather's every storm.

Love doesn't dictate, instead it elevates.

Love is tolerant, it creates room for forbearance.

Honey, love would make you cry... Please do.

Love comes with Pain.

Love has no Shame.

It cannot be contained, it breaks every barrier of race, culture and religion.

Love is Powerful, it runs deeper than the surface of your skin.

Love makes room, it accommodates.

Love is accepted, it's a universal language.

Baby sometimes Love is Hate.

I'm yet to understand how this can be, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

I want you to know that no matter how wonderful and peaceful love can be, sometimes Love is never Enough.

A typical example is your father and I, everyday we choose each other all over again.

Love is Deliberate.

Love is Me.

Love is You.

Love is every Mother, Child and Family all over the world!

Happy Valentine's Day.

Momma.

Written by Adekunbi Bello.

Bello Adekunbi "Kunbella" is an effervescent soul, bookish and loves watching classical movies. If she's not writing, taking long strolls on the beach or dancing, her head will definitely be buried in a book. Catch her on Instagram @kunbi_bello, Twitter @adekunbi_bello or Google #kunbellawrites