Love is when an unexpected package comes in the mail filled with gifts made by a bosom friend.
Love is what you feel when you see your little daughter looking out a sunlit window in a well loved flower girl dress.
Love is taking the time to laugh and play with your son all morning because the dishes will always be there but he won't.
Love is when your eight year old daughter is not ashamed to hold her daddy's hand and let him know that she is willing to move to the other side of the country if that meant spending more time together.
Love is gently bathing a little body brand new to the world, whose soul already flew to heaven...wrapping him with care and weeping with his mother while she cradles him for the first and last time.