...of unconditional love.

She kept screaming at him.

"You're hurting me! I don't want to go any further! You're hurting my back."

"No, honey, it's okay. This man over here is going to help you down the stairs. It's okay, you're not going to fall."

"YOU'RE HURTING ME! I don't want to break my leg again. My back hurts. I think it's falling off. NOOOOO, YOU'RE HURTING ME."

Love is patient and love is kind. But what happens when love throws a curveball? What happens when dementia and chronic injuries take over one-half of a relationship?

Tonight I saw the most beautiful relationship. Despite the yelling and the scene, it was clear that the elderly man loved his wife. For the second year in a row, I've watched the dynamics of this elderly couple. The couple probably should have retired their season volleyball tickets long ago. But yet they come to every single game.

What's that say about love? I know it speaks volumes about the old man's patience and faithfulness to his wife. I can't even imagine what he goes through on the eve of every volleyball match. Getting her dressed...putting her in the car... driving miles to the Coliseum...parking the car and walking her to the front door... helping her up the ramp to her seat. And what happens if she need to use the bathroom in the middle of the match? He has to convince her all over again that she will indeed not break her leg again.

I can only imagine having a love as strong as that couple's. From where I sit, he hasn't so much as batted an eye at the amount of work it takes to go to Nebraska's volleyball games year after year. And could you imagine her humiliation as three people help her down two steps? But love shows no humility.

I'm sure they hold tight to their health and their happiness at the end of each night, grateful for each day spent together.