When Craig & I were first married we moved to a big city (4,000,000 plus 2). When we would come in from an outing and check the answering machine: no messages, we would always say “nobody loves us”. Silly, but our own little joke. It was coming home to a still apartment that didn’t seem to care about us, no life in the air, but we knew we loved each other and that was enough.
Now when we come home, we are greeted before we park the carby two loyal but goofy dogs; children yelling a welcome running with open arms, busting with stories to tell of their hours without us. Joy welcoming us home. Somebody definitely loves us!