Love is scaring away monsters in the middle of the night,
then again at 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m. ...
Love is reading the same bedtime story for the 999th time.
Love is a hug around the knees.
Love is watching Mr. Rogers instead of All My Children
Love is a refrigerator covered with creative works of art.
Love is not grimacing through the dirtiest of diapers.
Love is trading in the Camero for a station wagon.
Love is the magic kiss that heals all "owies."
Love is a cuddly kid in a blanket sleeper.
Love is the first kick, first smile, first laugh, first step,
first anything.
Love is your child sound asleep, any child sound asleep.
Love is a macaroni necklace.
Love is wearing the macaroni necklace to church with pride.
Love is a peanut butter kiss, a syrup kiss, a chocolate kiss, any kind of kiss.
Love is a bouquet of dandelions.
Love is the smell of a baby's neck.
Love is saying "no" at the right times when it's easier to say "yes."
Love is saying "yes" at the right times when it's easier to say "no."
