Love as a verb

Lynn just came home from hospital after having knee replacement surgery. He amazes me. He is getting around really well and should be cooking for me again sometime soon....I'm starving here!
Ya see, I love eating, but I don't like to cook. I don't like making a mess. I don't mind cleaning up, but I don't like being tied to the kitchen. I feel so guilty about it sometimes. I think Lynn cooks for all of us to show us he loves us...so, I ask myself; what do I do to show my love? Does love have to be an action, or is it enough to just feel it in your heart?