To my dear Mother and Father,
Looking into your eyes, I know what Love really is. I go on the internet, trying to figure out what Love is. I type Love into the search engine of the dictionary, and it gives me an answer.
“…a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person…”
But this was not the answer I was looking for. Looking into your eyes, God gave me an answer.
Parents wonder every day if they are raising their children the way God intended; if what they say is what God wants them to say.
God didn’t give you mouths to tell me what Love is. He teaches His children about Love in a different way, well, from what I have observed. I will never fully understand what Love is, but looking into your eyes, Mom and Dad, I know something I didn’t before.
Love is what I see when you work your hands in the dirt with sweat rolling down the side of your face in the hot, burning sun. Love is what I hear when you pound the hammer on our roof as rain is pouring from the sky.
Love is from your voice as it guides me in the right path. Love is what I witness when you fall down to the ground, suffering, but still getting back up, against all odds.
Love is what I see when you hold me as I cry, comforting me with just the sound of pureness in your voice. It is what I feast on when you make me a meal to fill my hungry stomach. Love is what I taste when you put the nasty, healing medicine into my mouth, curing me from sickness. It is what I hear as you lecture me after one mistake. Love is spoken through the many smiles given from your lips.