I still like my answer

Love can be as simple as common courtesy to a stranger. Or as complex as having tremendous patience for a loved one in conflict.

I liked jaimes answer too.

Love is a creepy ugly old longhairbiker cleaning homemade spaghetti sauce off the ceiling of my kitchen because I got elected to give cooking lessons to my local girl scout troop because I ride bikes with all their parents. When the troop is together they are unruly and quite a handful. A cross between daughters of the hells angels and girl scouts from hell with guns. They have all killed and field dressed a deer, and turkey. They are all survivalists. And they are all straight A students. And they now make a mean spaghetti and sauce.

Love is when you give your girlfreind a dutch oven and fart and hold her head under the covers and she doesn't get too mad because you did sleep on the wet spot.

That wouldn't help anyone in my case when I ralphed on them...lol. I have a weak stomach...

longhairbiker, you just went up several notches on the "Cool as Hell" meter.
I loved reading about your Grandmother and the things you do today because of what she taught you, thanks for sharing that!