So Eric, who's eight, says, "Mom,
what's your favorite word?"
I pause as a million words flash through my brain.
A million words I will not choose
because there's only one answer to this question.
"Love," I say.
"I knew you were going to say that," says he.
Wishing each and every one of you a love-filled day!
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."