If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family- I am just another housewife.
If I am always producing lovely things-sweing, art; if I always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving my family-I am nothing.
If I am busy in community affairs, teach sunday school, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family- I gain nothing.
Love changes diapers, cleans up messes and ties shoes-over and over again.
Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
Love doesn't envy another wife-one whose children are spaced better, or in school so she has time to persue her own interests.
Love doesnt try to impress others with my abilities and knowledge as a mother.
Love doesnt scream at the kids.
Love doesnt feel cheated because i didnt get to do what i wanted to do today-sew, read, soak in a hot tub.
Love doesnt lose my temper easily
Love doesnt assume my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating.
Love doesnt rejoice when other peoples children misbehave and make mine look good. Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children."