The state of love exists when...

I'm in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher after an extra long day of work.

Husband finishes his hw and comes up behind me to hug me and interrupt me

(I love his interruptions). He mutters in my ear, "After you put away the dishes, you're going to go get ready for bed. I don't know if you were planning to wash the dirty dishes, but you're not going to. I will."

"When the satisfaction or the security of another person becomes as significant to one as one's own satisfaction or security, then the state of love exists."

Harry Stack Sullivan