Jennifer Lauck asks in a recent blog entry...What is love? The replies to her question were introspective, inspirational and lovely.
The response that came to me doesn't seem to fit with the deeper reflections in Jennifer's comments, so I post it here. It may be silly, but to me, it's love nonetheless.
Love is…when you drop off your kids at a friend’s house to attend your son’s preschool parent orientation together, and then later you return to pick them up, and as you are leaving, your friend’s toddler slams the door shut behind you.... and you look at each other and both spontaneously say, “AND STAY OUT!”
It's the kind of thing that isn't going to happen with anyone else. That shared sense of history and humor. It's a ribbon that loops around the children and ties us together. It's joy.
Feeling safe enough to share your own deranged self.
To me, that's love.