Sometimes I hear “love” used as a panacea; e.g., just add love and it’ll be better. I think anyone who has spent any time in a family with others understands the demands and complications and sacrifices of real love. I’m always suspicious when love looks like the path of least resistance, when it’s easy on us, when it’s easy for us. Anything worth doing is difficult, and if love is the thing most worth doing, it does follow that it would be the most difficult.