Love is young eyes smiling; little arms held tight around your neck.
It’s a whispered I love you; a little hand tight in yours.
It’s the smiles at the school gate at the end of the day.
It’s the little milestones reached; it’s the new words spoken.
It’s the stories shared at bedtime.
It’s the sigh at the end of the day when they sleep.
It’s the little bodies creeping into your bed in the early hours.
It’s the feet in the face, the kicks to the ribs; it’s the little sleepy head on a pillow shared.
Because Love Is …

 

(I wrote this after reading some ‘Love is’ captions with Fidget and it gave me the idea for a post. It’s a little out of left field compared to our usual, but written in homage to the Love Is … phenomenon.)