Love is a funny thing, no matter how tired I get of the twins’ bickering, of Ken’s stubborn tendancies – when it comes down to it I love them. Love seems like such a small and minor word but the meaning behind it is so sacred, so important to our very being. Yes, I LOVE strawberries and summer days and kittens BUT I LOVE my husband, my children, my family, my Lord. How can one word have so mean meanings, it can bring you to tears, to laughter, bring comfort in hardship… yet heartbreak in strife. Without the idea of love we would not have hate, but without love we would also not have family, companionship, hugs, kisses… love making. Love is a divine gift from God – a treasure that we often misuse but more often cherish. Someday I will hear "I love you" from my own children’s mouths but until then I will tell them a hundred times a day I LOVE YOU! You may frustrate me and at times I may feel overwhelmed and angry but through the worst of the worst I LOVE THEM. I wonder if that is not my gift in life to an extent – one we share universally – the posibility and ability to love whole heartedly and to the very limits of our being. For what can be more wonderful than to love and be loved???