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 standing in line for 2 hours for Raffi tickets. 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.