I thought she was asleep in the car seat until I heard her little voice as I pulled into the driveway.

“Amy Beff?  What is love?”

Before I could answer her –

“Is it a kiss, Amy Beff?”

I giggled, because it would be Aviean who would ask me about love, now wouldn’t it?

I had to think about it for a minute because, despite her young age, Aviean has a very good memory and I knew that whatever answer I gave would be remembered and repeated.  The problem is that I’m not really sure what love is, much less how to put it in words.  And so, my answer ended up being the only thing I could think of while I sat twisted in the driver’s seat, looking at my darling in her car seat –

“I’m not certain, but I think that love is everything I feel inside when I look at you, Aviean.”

She smiled and fell back asleep.