Love…
Love is powerful. It’s earth-shaking, jaw-dropping, all-consuming. It’s euphoric, a joy like no other. Love is a crazy thing.
Love is the essence of life. Love is worth fighting for, worth dying for. Love is joy. It’s a popsicle on a hot summer day, fresh snow on the ground, wet sand between your toes, tiny buds marking the arrival of spring, calm ocean waves lapping at your feet, a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer, cool rain.
Love lives in the heart of a child. It blossoms and grows. It’s infectious, contagious. It grows rampant. Love is enormous. It’s too big for the human heart to contain, for the mind to fathom, yet my daughter holds it in the palm of her little hand. And when she smiles love bursts through, consuming everyone and everything in its path.
