Love is genuine friendships.
I Love to craft and sew. My gifts are far from perfect, and perhaps I get more pleasure out of them than the receivers do, but the deliberate act of making something for someone in particular feels right to me. It feels like Love.
My children Love to play with laundry baskets... I believe the moment I captured yesterday was when she was the "caged puppy" game. Creativity: another echo of our Creator who Loves us (even when we say "woof!")
Don't rush to conclusions; this isn't a picture of how much I love my daughter (although I do very much) this is a picture of how Norah showed love to me this evening. I love love love to "fix" little girl hair. She hates hates hates the pain of having her hair "fixed." But tonight, at her own suggestion (quickly pounced upon by me, of course) we put 5 french braids in her hair so she can have "wavy" hair tomorrow. She sat perfectly still and uncomplaining through the whole process. Thank you, sweetie... I love you too.
I hope I showed Love in many ways today, but perhaps the most time-consuming, if unemotional, demonstration was laundry. It is one of my favorite household chores, but a chore no less. With four children and two adults, the laundry is never ending 'round here. Still, I like the transformation process: disorganized, soiled, wrinkled, stained becomes sorted, cleaned, folded... well, sometimes the stains don't come out. I love folding my children's clothes: matching soft pajamas, tucking one sock inside it's mate, shaking out those-didn't-I-just-buy-these-but-there's-a-hole-in-the-knee-already jeans... I feel so benevolent and close to the little bodies that will wear these items in the next few days. I don't know for sure why I like it, but I do. Maybe I'm more of a tactile type person than I realized. [What is a tactile type person?!?]
