Regularly, while reading Mrs. Alana’s posts, I feel old. Okay, not old, maybe, but like an old married person . Which I am not.  10 years does not even get props for married shelf-life when you consider how long many people out there have been married.  I have lots of friends with 25, 35 or 50 years behind them, who are still looking forward to more. But reading her adorable newlywed blog, it can seem like I’ve been married FOREVER.  And not even in that bad kind of ‘ohmygoodness will it ever stop‘ forever, but just the comfortable, happy, wouldn’t have it any other way kind of forever. So, she inspires me.  And then I end up writing posts like this. Every day, every year for well, even longer than the 10 1/2 years we have been married,  Love is something different. Love is…   ~dropping you at the airport when you only just got home a few days ago.  Cause it’s what we do. ~capable of taking place over thousands of miles.  Sometimes, it seems harder in the same house. ~shutting up even when you (or I. Mostly I, but sometimes you) deserve the last word. ~striving to make a change in myself because you inspired me by how you loved me first and never asked me to change at all.  Even when I needed to. ~not a feeling, some days, but an actual, conscious decision.   ~wishing you were here. ~being proud of the reasons you are gone. ~surprising me by walking in the door 3 days early and not complaining that the house looks like I let the kids live in it alone. ~having to call me at 5 a.m. and starting the call with…