I think too often, especially in this culture, “love” is relegated to partners and parents, as if single, child-free people do not experience love, or at least on the same level as others. I happen to be married and a parent, but am convinced of my own capacity to give and receive love outside of and regardless of those labels. You learn something unique from every tiny bit of love you give or take, whether it’s the few hours you spend listening to a homeless man in Glasgow after giving him some money, or cleaning barf off your trembling kid in the middle of the night.