WHAT LOVE IS Love is my grandchildren making a drawing of a dog for me that looks more like a pumpkin with legs but when I display it on my fridge and see the pride in their eyes It might as well be a Picasso. Love is when they bring me a summer bouquet, roots and all and dance with joy when I place it right in the middle of my dining table. Love is my daughter showing up at my door mid-afternoon with a big foamy cup of cappuccino just because she knows I love it. Love is my husband making sure I have my umbrella when rain threatens. Love is feeling him tuck the covers around me In the middle of the night. Love is my friends old and new praying for me when problems arise. Love is hearing my grown children say, "I love you mama." Last, but not least of all, love is when I’ve been gone for the day and my animals act like I am the queen of the earth when I return. To me, that’s what love is. |
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