Love is watching Mr. Rogers instead of All My Children. Love is cutting off the crusts. 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.