Every day Em and I tell each other, “I love you” multiple times. Sometimes it’s a game, to see who loves whom the most.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you the mostest.”
“I love you to infinity!”
Today on the way home from my mom’s house, I asked Em to tell me the definition of love.
She thought about it for a good three and half minutes.
“I think love is kindness and thoughtfulness.”
Using my tricky parenting ways, I stayed silent. I hoped that Em would continue her thoughts, and elaborate more. It worked.
“I think love is when you really care for somebody.”
I agreed with her, “Yes, but I think it’s a bit more than that. I think it’s when you care for somebody more than you care for yourself.”
Immediately, Em agreed.
And then she blew me away.
“On the news today, they were talking about a person who dropped a bomb, and another person trying to protect somebody from it. And the person saved the other one, but he died. I think that is love.”
I love you, Em. I love you to infinity.
Em was referring to today’s story about Leslie H. Sabo, Jr.