Why?
Because I love my son.
He is raising a pig for the fair. And I was his ride to the school, so he could feed his pig this morning...at 5:30am.
It got me to thinking about what LOVE has looked like over the years in our home.
LOVE wipes tears and messy bottoms.
LOVE carries sleeping children to bed, and prays over these same little ones before crawling into her own bed.
LOVE sits on hard bleachers for hours, in triple-digit heat, to hear her child's name announced - once.
LOVE gives away the last piece of chocolate cake, and keeps the stale "end" piece for herself.
LOVE reminds you to say thank you, and asks you if you've read your Bible today, even when your fifteen.
LOVE helps you clean under your bed, then refrains from putting you on restriction for the rest of your life.
LOVE watches your made-up dance moves for the 4,398,333 time with a huge smile and a loud clap. Every time.
LOVE says she wants to walk this early in the morning, but really wants to pass by your coffee shop and give you a hug because she misses you.
LOVE wears old sweatshirts and threadbare jeans so you can have the prom dress you've always wanted.
LOVE takes you to the post office to get your very own passport when she's never had one herself.
LOVE drives a minivan.
What does LOVE look like in your home?
