You can keep your advanced degrees and philosophical ramblings; no one can match the otherworldly perspective and delightfully lucid insight of children. I got an e-mail today filled with answers given by children to the question, “What does love mean?” Here are some highlights:
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” >> Chrissy – age 6
“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” >> Mary Ann – age 4
“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” >> Tommy – age 6
“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” >> Elaine – age 5
“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” >> Lauren – age 4
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” >> Billy – age 4
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” >> Mark – age 6
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” >> Rebecca – age 8