All you need is love

This morning, as I lay sprawled in the bed contemplating how much I did not want to get up, my husband, his rest no doubt disturbed by my resentful brainwaves, woke up, smiled at me sleepily, kissed me gently on the wrist and mouth, gave the hopeful tail-thumping Seamus a quick pat, and then went back to sleep. And it made all the difference in the world, making me feel cherished and ready to face the day after all. I guess Mr. Lennon had it right – all you need is love.