I have a stitchery, which was a wedding present, which reads “Love is a choice and a commitment. It takes a lifetime of giving and receiving.”
Sometimes love gets up in the middle of the night to comfort a sick child. Sometime love travels great distances and solves seemingly impossible problems to resolve a customer problem under deadline. Sometimes love looks like dirty work.
Although it is not popular in western culture to discuss, sometimes love looks like duty. Duty, administered thoughtfully, purposefully, and with heart, can be loving.