I’ve been chatting with my 9-year old about “love” and what that means. Coincidentally, I happened across a list of “definitions” from children – these are classic (and heartwarming):
Rebecca, age 8:
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.
Karl, age 5:
Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.
Chrissy, age 6:
Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.
Danny, age 8:
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.
Bobby, age 7:
Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and just listen.
Elaine, age 5:
Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7:
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Lauren, 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.
Mark, age 6:
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.
The last one though…