Day 35: Your first love.

If you want a truly honest answer, my first love was my daddy.

If you're looking for the cliche "first love" as in "what boy did I first love", then you're going to be waiting for a while.  I've liked lots of guys over the years.  And I've insisted that I loved some of them at the time.  But as I look back, I can see that it wasn't true, not because I was too young, but because I didn't fully understand what real love meant.  I imagine that the first guy that I will truly love (aside from family) will be the man I marry.

Love is huge.  Self sacrificial.  Honest.  Pure.  Caring.  Patient.  Not for the faint of heart.  Love is not a passive thing.