Today....is the first day....I think this week....that I have even attempted to look at my computer screen.....
Why you ask?....Did I win the lottery?.....Decide to take a 4 day hike through the
Appalachian Trail...btw...ended up actually flying to South America.....
Unfortunately...or fortunately...depending on if you are the
Governor of South Carolina or not.....I made my second fabulous trip to the ER Ever....this time....with a healthy case of Kidney Stones.....I won't gross anyone out with any more details....but let's just say.....I might just take a nationwide
scandal over this....
and....because for some profound reason...my brain and kidney function are directly linked....I have absolutely nothing....creative....interesting....or worthwhile to write about....
and I know nobody wants to hear about the process of trying to collect said stone once it leaves my poor body....
So.....to lighten my spirits....and give you all....a moment of warm fuzziness.....
The following is an email I received from my daddy today....
What Love is to a Four Year Old
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4-8 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 the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.. That's love." Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is very 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 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it everyday." 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 so 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 Brad Pitt." 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 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." (What an imagination!) Karen - age 7
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it to 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."
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