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.
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.