"You cut off part of my painting in the picture you just took," my daughter pointed out, studying the screen on my phone. "The right side of the 'O' is missing."  

So I had. “Love,” in my photograph, was spelled with a wide open "O." The ”O” looked like a big “C.”  

Isn't that what love is? It's not about what's missing. It's about the parts that are there.