Love is ... Love is scaring away monsters in the middle of the night, then again at 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.


Love is reading the same bedtime story for the 999th time. Love is a hug around the knees. Love is watching Mr. Rogers instead of All My Children.


Love is a refrigerator covered with creative works of art. Love is standing in line for 2 hours for Britney Spears tickets. Love is not grimacing through the dirtiest of diapers.


Love is trading in the Camaro for a station wagon. Love is the magic kiss that heals all "owies." Love is a cuddly kid in a blanket sleeper.


Love is the first kick, first smile, first laugh, first step, first anything. Love is your child pointing to a picture of Christie Brinkley and saying "mama."


Love is your child sound asleep, any child sound asleep. Love is a macaroni necklace. Love is wearing the macaroni necklace to church with pride.


Love is a peanut butter kiss, a syrup kiss, a chocolate kiss, any kind of kiss. Love is a bouquet of dandelions. Love is the smell of a baby's neck.


Love is saying "no" at the right times when it's easier to say "yes." Love is saying "yes" at the right times when it's easier to say "no."
LOVE IS WHAT MAKES IT ALL WORTHWHILE

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