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What is LOVE? According to Children!?
Years ago a group of professionals asked the question “What does love mean?” to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds. These children’s answers will make you smile, laugh and even cry. Read below and tell me what you think:
“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 (My husband thought it was because I was thirsty.)
“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 different. You 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
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka - age 6 (Is this the way to world peace?)
“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
“There are two kinds of love. Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.” Jenny - age 8
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle - age 7
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,” Bobby - age 7 (What a wise little boy.)
“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
I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me
because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.”
-Bethany, age 4 (Paying it forward!?)
“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 old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren - age 4
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark - age 6 (Thanks, for the vision…)
“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
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Karen - age 7
Found at imperfectaction.com
“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 (My husband thought it was because I was thirsty.)
“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 different. You 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
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka - age 6 (Is this the way to world peace?)
“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
“There are two kinds of love. Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.” Jenny - age 8
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle - age 7
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,” Bobby - age 7 (What a wise little boy.)
“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
I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me
because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.”
-Bethany, age 4 (Paying it forward!?)
“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 old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren - age 4
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark - age 6 (Thanks, for the vision…)
“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
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Karen - age 7
Found at imperfectaction.com
Will you be my Valentine?
by The Quail 1957, Feb 12, 2009
Found at www.authspot.com
Love for valentine day.
In your hands,
You hold my heart,
Fragile as it may be,
Cradled gentle,
Against your chest,
This tiny part of me,
Encased in love,
So pure and sweet,
Yet so gentle,
Mild and meek,
With each breath,
I take and move I make,
It draws you close to me,
You are my strength,
When I am weak,
My light,
That leads the way,
You chase away,
The endless storms,
You brighten up my days,
I come to you,
On bended knee,
I take your hand in mine,
Looking deep into your eyes,
I whisper,
Will you be my valentine?
You pull me close,
You kiss,
My trembling lips,
Two hearts,
Now beat as one,
As we rise and fall,
In loves embrace,
Our dance
Has just begun
Roses In Advance
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year.
" She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
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And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year.
" She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
Source
Come meet the family . . . all 69 members who live in the SAME street
By Lizzie Smith at MailOnline.com
Last updated at 1:36 PM on 08th January 2009
In streets across Britain many people don't even know their neighbour's names.
But that certainly isn't a problem in Cotswold Gardens, Gateshead.
This small street is home to 69 members of the same family, ranging in age from four weeks to 76 years.
The Hall family have come to dominate the road since 76-year-old matriach Catherine settled there in 1958.
Mrs Hall had eight children, who went on to give her 35 grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren. Six of her children and their families now dwell in the street, along with three uncles and a mother-in-law.
The Hall clan occupy more than 15 houses. But despite their dominance the unrelated neighbours don't feel left out - as they think the street should be renamed Hall Gardens.
When friends used to ask Mrs Hall why her brood was so big she would say television hadn't been invented back in her day. She passed away last month.
Now, in her honour, the family have vowed to stick together on the street - just as she would have wanted.
Daughter Marganne, 42, said: 'It was my mum and dad who held the whole family together. They taught us family was the most important thing, so we just didn't want to move away. Now I don't think we ever will.
'Special occasions are just mad really. It's like Central Station. If it's someone's birthday everyone just turns up at their house. And it's the same if someone is ill, we all go round to see if they need anything.
'We only try to buy presents for the children because otherwise it would cost us an absolute fortune, but we still manage the occasional gift.
'We're just an exceptionally close family. We love being around each other and helping each other out when someone needs it.'
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Last updated at 1:36 PM on 08th January 2009
In streets across Britain many people don't even know their neighbour's names.
But that certainly isn't a problem in Cotswold Gardens, Gateshead.
This small street is home to 69 members of the same family, ranging in age from four weeks to 76 years.
The Hall family have come to dominate the road since 76-year-old matriach Catherine settled there in 1958.
Mrs Hall had eight children, who went on to give her 35 grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren. Six of her children and their families now dwell in the street, along with three uncles and a mother-in-law.
The Hall clan occupy more than 15 houses. But despite their dominance the unrelated neighbours don't feel left out - as they think the street should be renamed Hall Gardens.
When friends used to ask Mrs Hall why her brood was so big she would say television hadn't been invented back in her day. She passed away last month.
Now, in her honour, the family have vowed to stick together on the street - just as she would have wanted.
Daughter Marganne, 42, said: 'It was my mum and dad who held the whole family together. They taught us family was the most important thing, so we just didn't want to move away. Now I don't think we ever will.
'Special occasions are just mad really. It's like Central Station. If it's someone's birthday everyone just turns up at their house. And it's the same if someone is ill, we all go round to see if they need anything.
'We only try to buy presents for the children because otherwise it would cost us an absolute fortune, but we still manage the occasional gift.
'We're just an exceptionally close family. We love being around each other and helping each other out when someone needs it.'
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