Let me illustrate:
Rosie spending ten minutes quietly dissembling the filing system in my bedroom which organizes all the tenants and their history of the apartments we manage, just because she likes to be where I am, handling things I handle = Hard to love.
Rosie shouting "I love you TOO!" from the backseat of the car = Easy to love.
Dustin taking my kitchen scissors outside to trim our roses (for me) and breaking the scissors after I told him they would break if he tried using them = Hard to love.
Dustin getting me a maternity massage for Valentine's day because, even though we are not that kind of people, he thought it would be "romantic." = Easy to love.
Rosie getting out of her bed in the middle of the night, coming into our bed, and scooting me off of my pillow and eventually out of my bed = Hard to love
Rosie waking up (sleeping in past 7:00!!) after spending the night in our bed, gently holding my face, and saying "hi, Mommy!" = Easy to love
You get the idea. People can be easy to love. People can be hard to love. Especially family. And yet, even the hard to love moments can be filled with such a deep and lasting emotion that I sometimes just pause in awe at the blessings I live with every day.
I got to pick my husband (well, I got to stand there stubbornly until he convinced me that picking him was the only way I would ever really be happy) and was lucky enough to find someone who loved me more than anything--and acted on it every day. Choosing your spouse (AKA roommate/companion/eternal buddy) is a plus that comes with marriage--there are a lot of people in this world I can't stand being around for ten minutes, let alone for ten eons--so lucky for me I don't have to be married to any of them for eternity.
But kids are a crap-shoot: you really never know what you're gonna get until they pop out (or even later, when it's too late for exchanges...just kidding). I don't know how I got lucky enough for God to send someone that I (a life-long babysitting-hater, ugh!) could not only love and care for but that I want to spend every day with, someone who can be my best friend, a little girl that I can see loving and cherishing for life, who just gets funner (and funnier) with every word, look, dance move, etc. that she pulls out of her hat. Who gets that lucky? Is it too much to hope that all my kids will be this fun?
The truth about love is that it takes work. But God also gives us a break and send people into our lives that are not only easy (and hard) to love, but who make our life worth living--and are the few souls in the universe we literally couldn't live without.
