Love is hide ‘n seek on Monday mornings, missing breakfast just because a little girl wants to play. Love is skipping lunch & hurrying home to hear what new words a future Queen has learned to say. Love is understanding that a little girl’s preferred seat is Daddy’s lap to taste the plate that She believes She’s Discovered. A Father’s Heart warms a room adoring a Princess devouring the meal a man mistakenly sees as The Last Supper. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is a Kiss of Life. Even Kisses mired with crumbs around the mouths of Angels’ fill Our Souls because Love is... ❤️, By Barnard the Barber
