Love

Last night we went to a wedding. My kids love weddings, especially dancing at the reception. We sat with another family for the dinner. One of the little girls (Jordyn) is only 2 days older than Nathan (Mark actually visited her in the hospital when he was kicked out of my room for the epidural) and she and Nathan were best buds throughout the reception. At one point, someone pointed out to me that Nathan was running around trying to kiss one of the girls, and sure enough it was Jordyn. So this morning, I asked him about it, and the conversation went something like this....

Me: Nathan, were you trying to kiss Jordyn last night?

Nathan: Yes, but she wouldn't stop dancing.

Then, after I picked him up from Sunday School, I asked him if he kissed her today...

Nathan: Not yet.

Me: Why do you want to kiss Jordyn?

Nathan: Because I love her.

Me: What does it mean to love her?

Nathan: hugs and kisses