I don't know about you, but I found these signs disturbing. I got a card, a very touching card. And I bought some Valentine stuff for my kids. But I know that's not really what Love is.
Love is my husband getting up in the middle of the night, without complaining, to help make treats for the kids' school parties. Or the night I woke him at 12:30 am to clean up vomit on the living room floor. Love is the rose he cut for me out of the garden several years ago, just because he was thinking of me. Love is his commitment to remain faithful to his wife through the good, the bad and the ugly, especially the ugly.