Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.

A lower-paying job can still help you advance your career.

The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

If you say you’re going to trust your man, then trust your man. Don’t revoke that privilege when he needs it most.

Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.

I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.