Such is the case with the unexpected surprise hidden under toy trucks, dinosaurs, and an old forgotten apple, that carefully covered a beautiful bouquet of crinkled tissue paper at the bottom of a backpack. The refrigerator is love on display with all the perfectly drawn portraits labeled Mommy and me. In fact, many unique, specially designed, one of kind cards tell a wonderful story of unconditional love on display in a home. Love in my house is endless. It comes from times shared, learning new lessons, writing 3 inch ABC's, and bedtime prayers, and stories. The magic moments are not the planned vacations but the unexpected visits in the middle of the night and the little feet kicking me in my back letting me know I"m here. My son does not define love he simply shows it. If you ask him what is love? He would say, "I don't know." But when it comes to showing it he is a master. He wakes up ready to greet the day with a contagious huge smile. While sometimes friends are hard to find. He has convinced one that Elmo and mommy run neck and neck for first place as his best friend. I know he is my friend but he continues to remind me "Mommy you"re my best friend". . His love is easy to trust. It is not laced with unspoken motives. It just flows like a river unobstructed by dirt and pollutants. His love is priceless but yet of great worth. The treasures stored in one's treasure chest are gigantic smiles, hugs, and kisses and an effortless "Mommy I love you." The road to recovery has been paved by youthful innocence. Confident that if I cannot do it arriving home from the moment I arrive home. It is certain that good thing's come in small packages 45 inches!.
can carry loads of love. Each step of ones journey has Squeals of delight greeting one at the door after a hard day at work. Constantly reminding friends reassuring a person continuously that they are bigger, better, greater, than any movie, rock, or shining star.
