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" In this disconnected world, it&amp;#039;s important to focus on the good, juicy, heart-swelling stuff, too. We asked celebrities, bloggers, and authors to share what love means to them in 2013. These stories, pictures, and poems are proof that there&amp;#039;s always something to learn \u2014 and laugh about \u2014 when it comes to love.  These days are long gone.  Last night, my daughter woke up around three a.m. with a bad fit of the croup. Croup is something my wife and I have gotten used to since she had her first bout with it a few years ago. It&amp;#039;s not quite as terrifying as it was the first time we heard our little girl wake up in the middle of the night wheezing with a barking cough. It&amp;#039;s still disconcerting, but at least we now know what to do.  I picked my tired, nervous daughter up from her bed and clumsily tried to comfort her as I carried her down the three narrow flights of darkened stairs to the kitchen so I could stick her little tear-streaked face in the freezer (cold humid air is the best way to relax the airways during the croup). We stood there until my arms started to burn and felt like they were going to fall off, but her breathing still hadn&amp;#039;t returned to normal. Karel came downstairs and took my daughter while I blearily retrieved the cold air humidifier from the third floor.  In the living room, Karel had set up a makeshift bed on the floor. I plugged in the humidifier, stuck my daughter underneath it, asked my wife if she needed anything else, and then headed back up to bed. I stayed up listening to my daughter breathing and talking quietly with her mother until she sounded normal and relaxed again. The last thing I heard before she drifted off to sleep was:  &amp;quot;Are Santa&amp;#039;s elves his agents?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t think so.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But they have magic hammers, right?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, definitely.&amp;quot; And with that, she finally fell asleep at four a.m. Karel let me sleep in an extra half hour this morning, so I&amp;#039;ll make sure she gets to sleep in on Saturday.  For parents, this is a fairly pedestrian story; your kid doesn&amp;#039;t feel well or something goes wrong and you work to fix it. It doesn&amp;#039;t matter what time of day, how long it takes, or if options A and B don&amp;#039;t work. You just have to get it done.  But just close your eyes for a minute and remember the time before marriage and kids. Imagine someone waking you up out of a deep sleep and asking you to do something that didn&amp;#039;t involve fleeing from a fire. It wouldn&amp;#039;t happen \u2014 at least not regularly, and you definitely wouldn&amp;#039;t be used to it. That&amp;#039;s what love is. Love gets you out of bed and doing heavy lifting at three in the morning. I know lots of people are worried about modern love; that the world today offers too many threats to the &amp;quot;institution of marriage,&amp;quot; and that love is going to collapse under the weight of all this transformation and technology. Every time I see a ridiculous article about the dangers that gay marriage, online dating, or career women pose to marriage and love, I just laugh. As long as parents find themselves working together to make their kid more comfortable; husbands, wives, and partners let each other sleep in every now and then; and we all grow out of the phase where we have no one important to worry about in the middle of the night or wake up for, modern love will be just fine. In fact, it will be the same as it ever was. If you don&amp;#039;t believe me I highly recommend opening the freezer and taking a few deep breaths \u2014 it&amp;#039;ll clear you right up.  Start a love chain Got a great love story? Share it on our Facebook page, and be sure to tag your loved ones to pass it on. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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