What is love …by 4-8 year olds

I received this email from a friend and was so touched by the thought these kids put into answering the question “What is love”. Food for thought, isn’t it?
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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 the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca- age 8
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“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
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“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
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“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
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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – age 4
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“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
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“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
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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)
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“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)
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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle – age 7
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“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
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“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
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“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”

Clare – age 6
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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine-age 5
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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris – age 7
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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Mary Ann – age 4
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“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
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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image)

Karen – age 7
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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark – age 6
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“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
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And the final one.

“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.”

We all need a tree

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job:

    a flat tire made him lose an hour of work,
    his electric drill quit and
    his ancient one ton truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. “Oh,that’s my trouble tree,” he replied “I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, those troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.” “Funny thing is,” he smiled,” when I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”

Unknown source, received via an email from a friend