A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4- to 8-year-olds: “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think.

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas when you stop opening presents and just listen.”
~Bobby – age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
~Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more like Nikka on this planet).

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.”
~Rebecca – age 7

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
~Billy – age 4

“Love is when you go out to eat and somebody gives you most of their french fries without making you give them any of yours.”
~Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
~Terri – age 4

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it every day.”
~Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
~Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
~Cindy – age 8

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
~Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
~Lauren – age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (What an image!)
~Karen – age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot…people forget.”
~Jessica – age 8

And the final one:

The winner was a 4-year-old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever…

To Your Success,

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Marla Brucker, DCH, R.HA