July 24th, 2007 by Jennine

It was late at night.  Everyone was camped on the living room floor, which is a tradition our family has on Friday nights. We typically let the kids drag their sleeping bags out and we watch movies until everyone falls asleep. On this particular night, Nathanael managed to stay awake longer than everyone so he and I were cuddling on the chair.

Unfortuantely our new kitten, Peter,  wasn’t tired either and was attacking the sleeping children on the floor. I picked him up and was trying to settle him down in my lap.  Peter was having none of this and began biting my fingers and scratching for release. This bothered Nathanael greatly!

“Mom. Give him to me.”

“He’s being naughty, Nathanael. I don’t want him to bite you.” I replied.

“But Mom! I would rather him bite my fingers than for him to bite yours!” he said earnestly.



Now if that isn’t the definition of love, I don’t know what is.