“We love to love when it fills up the room.” It’s a line that Ingrid Michaelson makes us think about constantly in the listening of this brilliant new collection of songs. The love that she sings about these days is banged up a lot more than the one that she wrote about just a few years ago. It’s wintered and weathered. It has rings around its eyes. It’s tired and still worth having, even when it’s difficult to hold.