This was just too cute to pass up. . .
Children ages 4 to 8 were asked "What is love?" Here are my favorites from the email I received. . .
"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 my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
~Danny, age 7
(In my family it is me tasting it to make sure it is not too hot)
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
~Bobby, age 7
(Amazing!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend you hate"
~Nikka, age 6
(Another amazing one!)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
~Noelle, age 7
"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 sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
~Chris, age 7
(Or Tim McGraw!)
"I know my older sister love me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go 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
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
~Jessica, age 8
And last but not least, an author and lecturer (Leo Buscaglia) once talked about a contest he judged. The purpose was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child who lived next door to an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap and just sat there. When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
If those don't bring a smile to your face, I don't know what will
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