Day 75 Question 75

Day 75 Question 75:

Do you think that all people view love the same?

I touch on the topic of love a lot in my blog because to be honest I believe love is really all that there is…the one thing in the whole world that matters the most.  I, of course, do not believe everyone views love the same way.  There are different forms of love and intensities of love.  I believe there is something deeply rooted within all of us that is the same when it comes to the feeling of love but that is impossible to put into words.  With this entry I wanted to make my words short and share something I find so heart-warming.  I love to share the things that I find with others…it is like a game of give and take.  Plus I am heading to my parents house (the two people I love the most in this world) and I want to get there before too long.  I am making them dinner tonight (baked tilapia, red potatoes and grilled veggies-yummm).  I am 33 years old and my parents are 72 and 74.  My life gets really hectic and busy sometimes so I try to make a point to spend time with them when I have the chance.  Well I will no longer blabber on in my own words.  I hope you find this piece that I share as endearing as I did.  :0)

What Does Love Mean?

by Author Unknown

This is from a widely circulated email where the source is unknown:

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all even when his hands got arthritis, too. That’s Love.”

 Rebecca – age 8

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 a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”

 Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French Fries without making them give you any of theirs.”

Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – 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

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily – age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

 Nikka – age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears iteveryday.”

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

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”

 Clare – age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine-age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

 Chris – age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

 Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her oldclothes and has to go out and 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 the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. (Now this will melt your heart.) The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

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10 Responses to Day 75 Question 75

  1. Kyle says:

    this is beautiful – thank you so much – you have made my day – friends tell me i love too easily and get my heart broken all the time – i don’t give a damn – you are right, it is all we have and we must fill our lives with love

  2. zen city says:

    and i never use capital letters!

  3. Excellent!! 🙂 I think that kids have a better understanding of what love is than most adults.

  4. reneeboomer says:

    Beautiful post!! Enjoy dinner with your parents. 🙂

  5. Thank you for following us, and for posting this! This was a very touching read, and a good reminder. I hope all is well with you. God bless.-Jason

  6. elliebloo says:

    This post was amazing. Children are so beautiful. They know so much more than we give them credit for. I love this!

  7. Wonderful. That’s it. Nothing else to write. — Ray

  8. Anastasia says:

    Oh, soooo sweet. Thanks for posting this. To me love is respecting and being interested in the other more than yourself.

  9. granbee says:

    Helping someone cry is REAL love, isn’t it? Jesus wept with those who wept, after all! That little four year old boy and the seven year old who knew to listen for love at Christmas when opening presents–I am blown away. My heart is almost bursting right now–no kidding! Thank you for such an indescribable joy here!

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