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Today's Love Is post is mine and is a very personal one.

Once upon a time when I was young and blinded by love, I remember doing everything I could to emulate the "perfect relationship" that we were perceived to have. I also remember the very moment I was emotionally crushed by being told I was only 80% perfect. It was obviously not so perfect in paradise and the beginning of the end.

80% perfect, that's what I was to the one person I thought loved me completely. Now I am not foolish enough to think I am perfect, I have enough quirks and habits to know this is not true but it still hurt.

Love is supposed to be unconditional.

Love is knowing that you may leave the top off the toothpaste, but they love you for it anyway.

Love is about trusting someone explicitly with your secrets and your heart.

Love is giving birth to new life.

Love is sharing your hopes and dreams.

Love is forgiveness.

 

My gorgeous man tells me now that Love isn't about being perfect, but quite simply that I am perfect for him.

 

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This school is on the edge of a slum in Accra.  A slum that is home to 75,000 people.   All of whom that we saw waved, high fived us, and wanted to show us their homes.   The school has 250 pupils ranging from 2 to 16 and was started 10 years ago.

 

For  the past 25 years the money raised through Red Nose Day has been changing the  lives of the poorest and most disadvantaged people in the UK and Africa. Let’s  Keep Up the Good Work. Find out how atrednoseday.com

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Today's guest post is from Chelsea who blogs at MSMummyofTwo. 

For me love can't really be defined by one word, phrase or paragraph even, no that would be too easy!

Lets hope there is enough space here for me to try and get across what love is for me? 

Love is crying through your wedding vows, making you sound like a scratched CD, looking up and realising you are not alone, he is a bigger softy than you, sobbing into his sleeve.

Love is having your back rubbed during labour, whilst you are perched on the toilet having a poo. 

Love is holding your hand and asking all the right questions when you have just been told you have a lifelong condition, yes, even woman are lost for words sometimes. 

Love is never putting any of your washing in the wash bin for your wife because you simply could not bear her having nothing to do.

Love is bringing home the right baked goods after a hard day with the kids.

Love is not gagging at the smell of his farts, even stale under the duvet ones. 

Love is carrying your wife to the toilet after she has had a massive steroid infusion, then her changing her mind.  

Love is rectifying his housework mistakes without saying a word, okay maybe a quiet-under-my-breath mutter. 

Love is creating a diversion when he decides to do DIY, in hopes he puts down the hammer and forgets... phew!  

Love is giving you a lie-in and looking after the children and helping them create an almighty mess for when you wake up, SURPRISE!

Love is coming home from poundland with more stuff you really do not need and smiling through the horror of it all.

Love is not telling you that bra gives you really saggy boobs and letting you go the whole day thinking you look fine, when really you look like you have breastfed 10 children at the same time. 

Love is letting him think those trousers fit, because they are his favourite ant not because he didn't give you the heads up on the saggy boobs thing! 

Love is going out in public with him wearing those trousers. Oh the camel toe, oh the SHAME!

Love is every emotion you could think of, its hard and its messy but I wouldn't have it any other way, after all, without it I would have nobody to laugh at!