I witnessed absolute love tonight. My parents have been together for over 40 years, not all of them have been great years, but I realized tonight how much they are still in love and care for one another. The lesson I learned: love doesn't always reveal itself the way you think it should; it comes in small, usually unnoticed gestures, not flowers and diamonds.

Ordinary things become so beautiful when light holds them in that tender way only it can do.

Does anything exist in the absence of light?