How do you know it's love? Do you know because he scheduled a couples massage for you during your much-too-short overnighter for your 13th anniversary? Do you know because he made the saleslady at the Gap take the sweater off the mannequin that was on the high shelf in the store during the Christmas rush so that he could give you the sweater that he knew would look great on you and that you'd love? (pictured above) Sure. These show that it's love.
But the real way to know he loves you? When you have the most violent stomach flu of your life and he comes in to the bathroom and pats your back mid-vomit then waits till you're done heaving so he can hand you a towel and make sure you can walk back to bed, twice. That's true love.