“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 ~
“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” ~ Karl, age 5 ~
“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 my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay.” ~ Danny, age 7 ~
“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” ~ Emily, age 8 ~
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.”
~ Noelle, age 7 ~
“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling…he was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” ~ Cindy, age 8 ~
“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” ~ Clare, age 6 ~
“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” ~ Elaine, age 5 ~
“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
~ Mary Ann, age 4 ~
“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 you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” ~ Karen, age 7 ~
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
~ Mark, age 6 ~
“Love is like a little old woman (Sandra) and a little old man (Dave) who
are were still friends even after they know knew each other so well.” ~ Tommy, age 6 ~
An elderly gentleman’s wife died and his four year old neighbor saw him crying. The little boy went into his neighbor’s yard, climbed into his neighbor’s lap and just sat there. Later, the little boy’s Mother asked what he said to the neighbor.
For all of you who have helped me cry, prayed for me, loved me this last year, since Dave died…may God bless you richly, well beyond your deserving and so much that your life overflows with blessings to give away.
If you’d like a name added to the prayer list, please let me know. Names must be given weekly, no anonymous requests, please. Around the world, people are praying.
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