Love is knowing you’re one piece of cake short and saying that you didn’t want any anyway.
Love is not mentioning to your husband how many times you had to get up with the baby so he could sleep. (Oooohhh, I need to work on that one!)
Love is not answering the phone until you get through reading Winnie the Pooh.
Love is not letting your children eat junk…and sometimes it is.
Love is smiling anyway.
Love is getting discouraged, feeling overwhelmed, crying, then waking up to try again.
Love is placing the needs of people around me above my own…even those people I know well.
Love is caring more about your toddler’s feelings than the teapot he just broke.
Love is a God who has given me grace I don’t deserve, and mercy to keep me from what I DO deserve.
Love is laying down your life every day.
“You can never regret any amount of labor you have expended, any sacrifices you have made, any sufferings you have undergone, to train up your children to be with you the heirs of a glorious immortality. O there is enough, abundantly enough, to encourage every parent to unwearied exertions!”
– From The Mother at Home, John Abbot, pg. 121