Love is going out into the pouring rain and getting drenched from head to toe so that you can close your daughter's window from the outside without waking her up from her nap.
Love is navigating a treacherous path littered with discarded toys, books, sippy cups and squashed bananas several times a day, risking life and limb just to get from the kitchen to the living room.
Love is feeding your child before yourself, even though she just ate an hour ago and your stomach is so empty it's threatening to digest your esophagus if you don't put some food in it soon.
Love is making up silly songs and rhymes at the risk of looking like a total lunatic in public.
Love is becoming a contortionist in order to curl your body around your sleeping or sick child without disturbing them.
Love is ignoring the rising feeling of motion sickness so that you can sit next to and entertain your cranky child in her rear-facing car seat.
Motherhood is love. It's decidedly unglamourous and often down-right ridiculous.
But pretty great at the same time!