It’s the 4th Annual reposting of what was an instant classic. Four years ago my first born (now 13) blessed us with a poem that I vowed to re-visit on an annual basis.
Compliments of Jack, my little boy genius & obvious Casanova-in-training:“I love you, I love you, I love you so much, if I were a dart frog, I’d give you a touch. If I were a boxer, I’d give you a punch. If you were a sandwich, I’d eat you for lunch. If you were a paper I’d tear you apart. If you were a toy I’d sell you at Wal-Mart. I love you the way a dog loves a cat, I love you the way a ball loves a bat. If love was money, you’d be a nickel. If love was vegetables you’d be a pickle. If you were a sink, I’d give you a clog. If you were a chew toy I’d give you to my dog. I love you, I love you, I love you so much, but if we go together we’ll have to go Dutch. I thought that some day we’d be under the steeple, but for now we should see other people.”
(For all you Hallmark representatives out there, I’m claiming copyright privileges – don’t make me come after you.)
The point of the post today? Don’t be fooled by the words, there’s a lot of love under there somewhere.
Happy Valentine’s Day ~