I was tucking Maddie into bed tonight, standard procedure, when she suddenly asked me what love is. "Mommy, what is love?"
Love is when you blow me kisses.
Love is when we hug each other and say, "SQUEEEEEEEEZE!"
Love is when you send your daddy a card.
Love is when you call your girlfriends, "sister."
Love is when you pet Solomon and he purrs.
Love is speaking the truth.
("What's the truth?" "Nevermind. One vague notion at a time.")
Love is when we dance together.
Love is when Greg smells my hair, or tickles your arm with his scruffyface, or when he gets up in the morning and washes Mommy's nasty dishes even though he's really really tired.
(gives me a big hug)
"Now THAT'S what LOVE is ALL ABOUT!"
"(laughing) Yes, it is."
"It's here in my heart, right Mommy?"
"Yup, right there."
"My wonderful heart."
Update: Okay, I'm changing the title of this one. Although it's a cute story and all, I about gagged when, two sips into my morning tea, I was bombarded with the title "My Wonderful Heart."
Come on. Why don't you people be honest with me when I'm getting all Hallmark-y? Checks and balances, people!
What a wonderful way to start my day at work! She truly is amazing and a blessing to our lives!
Hugs and Kisses to all of you,
Mom