Moms Pumpkin Soup

"I let my big sister pick on me because me. Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her."

"Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying."

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."

"Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But ifyou mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget. I forget."

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and 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."

"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken."

"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is more handsome than Denzel Washington."

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate." "Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no."

"When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you anymore. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more."

"There are two kinds of love: our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them."

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."

"Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings."

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss."

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

"Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way."

"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. That's love."

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You know that your name is safe in their mouth."

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs."

He entered the store on shuffling feet
and headed for the display
of beautiful frilly valentines
to honor this special day.

With trembling hands he reached for one,
and read the verse inside.
Somehow it didn't meet his demands,
so he gently put it aside.

One after another he'd read a card
and then would put it back.
He just couldn't find the one he sought,
though he read every card in the rack.

"You sure are choosy," I gently remarked,
as I stood there by his side.
Tears came to his eyes as he turned to me,
and in a soft voice replied.

"Yes, I am choosy, as you say,"
and he smiled at me through his tears.
"For I'm an authority on valentines,
I've lived with one for fifty years!"

~ Unknown ~

Eyes they say reflect the depth of the soul;
I’ve been there I know.
I’ve seen love, reflected it, felt it.

I’ve been to the depths without touching;
I’ve experienced the ultimate from one lingering glance.

I’ve been caressed from across a room,
returned the embrace, stroked by a lingering vision.

I’ve penetrated the core, sunk quickly
pulled by the gravity of a momentary glimpse.

I have peered into the depth of another’s essence,
been kissed by a response of lingering pools.

Intimacy across a room awakens from within
what a touch can never arouse;

I’ve experienced it; I know.
You too are aware;

I’ve witnessed the look of recognition
in one single glance.

Something’s you don’t know,
something’s your not sure of.

Something’s your eyes report from the depth of the soul,

"I love you."

I Know.


~ Betty King ~
Copyright Jan. 2002

And…when I breathe in the aroma of love,
I am immersed in the scent of you,
and in your fragrance all my senses explode,
and I am awakened to your touch -
though there may be miles between us.

~ Betty King ~
Copyright Jan. 2002