What is love?

Is it hot enough for y'all?! Wow!!!

Just finished dinner--Costco flautas with salsa, guacamole, sour cream and white rice. Yum! William is asleep in his bed. Chris is at the church at a maintenance meeting. Zach got back an hour ago from fishing with his buddy Joe from church. They're looking to trade Zach's lizard with cage for Joe's bb gun, something Zach has earnestly sought, with tears at times. Yesterday was spent at home. I did five loads of laundry, watched a neat movie on Lifetime (a rare treat), and rested during the hot hours of the day. Then I rushed off to Costco before they closed for some food! We barbecued hot dogs and buffalo steaks. Chris mowed the lawn and repaired a broken window in the laundry room. He himself broke it awhile ago putt-ing in the back yard. Yes, he loves golf. He doesn't get to play a ton, so he'll watch it sometimes, too. We've kinda migrated from being Saturday Sabbath keepers to Sunday Sabbath keepers. I work Friday nights, and we go to a non-Kingdom church now. I still love the Friday night to Saturday night thing, but sometimes life evolves, ya know? I still love to see people say, "Happy Sabbath" on their blog and what not. Just thought I'd explain that since I mentioned those chores on Saturday. :)

My parents sent me an e-mail recently that I really loved, so I'm passing it on. Here it is:

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.

*"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." --Rebecca, age 8
*When someone loves you, the way the 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
*"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 it every day." --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 he gives me all her old clothes 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 shouldn't really 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 a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. 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 what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry." Excuse me while I get a kleenex. Those are priceless, no? Hopefully you all didn't already receive the same email from my Mum.

Have Monday through Friday off--yay!!