A definition of love

Last night my hubby called me from a layover. He had just finished having dinner with the copilot and one of the flight attendants at a great restaurant in Edmonton British Columbia. He stated it was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. Then he told me that whilst in the middle of this dinner he realized the one thing missing, was me. He wanted to be able to turn to me next to him and share it and that it felt much less special without me there. It was then he said, that he realized this was a definition of love to him.........as it is too me also.