Love is........pacing the floor through the hours after midnight, soothing your crying with love-words and lullabies, when all of my being is begging for rest.
Love is........a painting of a scarlet giant with no arms and a single eye, bearing that heart-stopping legend in wobbly letters: 'My Mummy is best".
Love is........reading the same story over and over and not missing any of it out.
Love is........the last sticky sweet in the bag, only faintly dusted with dirt and dog-hairs, resolutely not eaten, because you had decided to keep it for me.
Love is........learning new skills so that we can help you to develop yours.
Love is........tepid tea and a soggy biscuit placed tenderly by our bed at 6:30 a.m., so that I don't have to get up early on my birthday.
Love is........caring enough to say 'no', even if 'everybody else is doing it'.
Love is........letting you go with a lump in my throat, a prayer in my heart and a smile on my face, as you stride out the door to take on the world.
Love is........struggling to share the faith that is our sure foundation, so that you, a child of the present, can have light for the future.
Marion Stroud
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