-Love is tying a shoe for the 30th time
-Love is making dinner, just sitting down and needing to get up to get someone seconds.
-Love is listening to screams that they hate you, but not giving in because you know they need boundaries.
-Love is mountains of clothes to wash, that are literally never ending.
-Love is sacrificing your Saturday to go watch a baseball game.
-Love is giving hugs and kisses to kids lined up in a row needing a little affection they were never shown.
-Love is endless hours of doctor, dentist,
and counseling appts.
-Love is learning to discern the lie and sticking to the consequences.
-Love is hours of washing hair, braiding, brushing out the snarls.
-Love is knowing you are being manipulated and still being kind.
-Love is ignoring the looks and whispers at the grocery store as your family does not look “normal”.
-Love is hours of homework, tears, letters to teachers to get back on track.
-Love is a bed time story, with an anticipated kiss and hug.
-Love is being woken up way before your alarm clock every day because they don’t want to sleep in.
Most of all what I have learned in this new foster season we are in ... Love is Action.
It is not how I feel. It is not what I say.
It is all the things I do that don’t always seem to matter. Love is Action.