Through the eyes of a child

I am always amazed at how children perceive the world. They look at it through such innocent, simple eyes. Eyes that have not been shaped by hate, fear or bitterness. Sometimes it is the children who teach us the true meaning of a word. Here is a few thoughts on the topic of what love is that I found in an article from the Sword of the Lord newspaper. I hope you enjoy it like I did.

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 eight
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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 six

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 okay.
                                                                                    ~Danny, age seven

If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend whom you hate.
                                                                                       ~Nikka, age six

​When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you anymore but then you get surprised because not only to they  still love you, but they love you even more.
                                                                                  ~Matthew, age seven

There are two kinds of love: our love [and] God's love. But God makes both kinds of them.
                                                                                 ~Jenny, age four

During my piano recital I was on a stage and 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 eight

Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
                                                                              ~Elaine, age five

I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out an buy new ones.
                                                                             ~Lauren

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 four

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 eight.

What things did you learn about love from home? I would love to hear about them! Share it in the comment section below!