Thoughts from Angelina Rose

Sunday, while waiting for the Super Bowl to come on, our oldest daughter requests a piece of paper and pen from her father. “Sure babe but what are you going to do with it,” asks her father. She replied in her ‘duh’ voice, “I need to write my blog out before I text it to the computer.” As if he should have KNOWN. She has been so full of thoughts and (as she puts it) ‘show ideas.’ She has even started putting on a very silly show for us that she calls ‘Hanna Mutana’ (she knows NOTHING of who Hannah Montana is). So I thought I’d entertain her and give her the spotlight every once in a while. At first she was disappointed it wasn’t a video blog but then I told her she could pick a pen name if she would like to and she perked up. So here are some thoughts from Angelina Rose on what love means…

Love means you want to marry somebody. Like Dad loves Mom! You kiss and hug and get married and have a baby. You love your babies but you don’t marry them. It’s different kinds of love. They grow up and fall in love, then marry the person theylove! God loves all of us but he doesn’t want to marry us. He loves different. Like a mom loves her babies.