I got an e-mail from a friend and loved it. A group of youngsters, ages 4 to 8, were asked what love means. The depth of their understanding of love was so great.
Rebecca, age 8, said:
When my grandmother got arthritis and couldn't paint her toenails any more, my grandfather does it all the time even though his hands have arthritis too.
Billy, age 4 said,
When someone loves you, they say your name different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Tommy, age 6 said:
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who still love each other even though they know each other so well.
Elaine, age 5 said:
Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7 said:
Love is when Mommy sees daddy sweaty and smelly and still says he is more handsomer than Robert Redford.
Ah, the words from the mouths of babes. I thought these words were so touching. As I write some of my romance stories, I hope I can bring this type of emotion and understanding into my characters. Sometimes I think we forget, as adults, what that fuzzy feeling of love is. Life's chores seem to get in the way. Things that irritate us take over and we speak with words we don't mean.
My challenge is to try to remember the little things that I love about the most important people in my life. I challenge you to do the same.
As you read a new romance novel, let that loving, fuzzy feeling fill your heart.
Have a great day.
