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 not worrying about those few extra pounds cuz they make you more cuddly. Love is knowing how to get out amoxicillin stains. Love is a bouquet of dandelions.