Love is knowing how to disguise vegetables 30 different ways. Love is reading the same bedtime story for the 999th time.
Love is a hug around the knees.
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.