Love Language of A Child; "I LOVE ....."

Children is easy to please. Listen to what they love to do...

I love when school is out, and Mama comes to pick me up.
I love to twirl around very fast so my skirt flies out in a big circle.

I love to watch Papa shave and to stick my finger in his shaving cream.
I love to put my feet on top of Papa's and dance around the room.

When I blow out my birthday candles, I love for Mama to relight them so I can blow them out again.
I love when I'm walking with Mama and a grownup she doesn't know says "Hello," to me, and Mama is very surprised and asks, "Who is that? How do you know him? Does he work at your school?"

I love to breathe on a cold window and trace a heart in the mist with my nose.
I love the first days of spring when Mama says, "It's so beautiful today; let's eat outside." And she puts a cover on the table in the garden and we eat radishes and strawberries.

I love the sound of raindrops on my red umbrella.
I love when we brush our teeth at the same time and have a spitting contest.

I love when I stay at my grandparents' house and get to write things like, "I slept very late today because we watched a horror movie last night and Grandma forgot to tell me to brush my teeth."
I love when Papa makes pancakes and pretends to flip them over my head.

I love to try on Mama's lipstick.
I love the smell of my soft, old bunny. He smells like apples, licorice, soap, roses, Mama's perfume, soup, rice, toast, wax, wet dog, and especially, my warm, cozy bed in the middle of the night.

When I cross at the crosswalk, I love to step on just the white lines.
I love Mama's old tee-shirt, because it smells just like her.

I love to plant seeds and watch them grow.
I love to walk around the house in Mama's high heels.

I love writing my name on the first page of a brand new notebook.
I love to feel the wind against my hand when our car is going very fast.

I love to write "for Mama," using a different colour pencil for each letter.
I love to tuck my hair behind my ears so everyone can see the earrings Aunt Zara gave me.

I love it when Mama puts my hair in two braids and I look like an Indian princess.
I love keeping a picture of my dog in my desk at school and looking at it sometimes.

I love it when Mama writes letters and I get to put on the stamps.
I love to count how many people are riding in my car on the subway.

I love putting all my barrettes in my hair at the same time; the one with the butterfly, the one with the ladybug, the one with the ruby and the three little ones, blue, yellow and green.

I love when I've been sick and I'm almost better and Mama says, "I think I'd better keep you at home one more day, just to be on the safe side."

My daughter always loves it whenever she gets to help me press down my coffee press.
She loves it when I paint her nails.