Love is . . . .
Looking at your children in amazement. Their little personalities. Their ability to be brave as lions when needing to do things "all by myself" and their vulnerability when faced with the smallest of scrapes.
Love is . . .
Wondering where life will lead them. Wondering if they make big enough bell jars to shield them from life's heartbreaks. Wondering if you yourself will be wise enough, brave enough.
It is at these very moments of thought-filled reverie . . .
. . .that one of them grabs you, blows a giant raspberry kiss on your cheek, screams goodnight, and scampers up the stairs!
