What Love Is...(from my seven year old's perspective)

I'm home this afternoon, I've not felt very well this week. I've spent most of the afternoon in bed, but just got up and was going through a stack of mail that was sitting on our counter.

Hidden within the stack of mail, was a valentine that our son Joshua made. How had I missed that? Or had I read it, and in the busyness of life just not soaked up what it said?

This time, when I read it, I immediately chuckled, 'cause what it says, on a nicely cut out red heart and in his handwriting, is this:

"Love is when Mom plays a game with me. She almost always beats me."

The chuckle came from the "she almost always beats me" part. I had to laugh as I thought, "ya know, love would probably be expressed better if Mama would let him win :-)"

But it was also eye opening to me, that he feels loved when I play a game with him...and we're over due. So tonight, barring any additional unforeseen health issues...it's "GAME ON"...