Love is a weird thing. People often associate it with romance, but the majority of the time love stands for a bond, a friendship. I once read a quote that said the following:

"When someone else's happiness is yours, that is love."

By those standards you can love tons of people at once. Bonds are like love. They tie people together. These are my bonds.

CHAPTER 1

My hand lightly pushed the bun. It was full of loops and more complicated than any mystery book.
"Alright Elle! There you go!"
"Thanks Molly! I LOVE it! I can't wait to show mommy!"
"Well then go!"
I smiled and rolled my eyes. The two kids I watch on nearly a day to day basis named Elle and Andrew are hyperactive, juice box loving, six year olds. The rare times I could get them to sit still were treasures. Elle loved Hello Kitty and Princesses. She was also a tad gullible. This, oddly enough, worked to her advantage on occasion. How? I do not know. But what I DO know is that it just does. Elle is a reflection of me when I was her age. I wasn't necessarily gullible, but I was very bubbly like her. I took joy out of being near her.
Andrew, on the other hand, is not much like Elle. Of course, he's just as exuberant. But, sometimes his exuberance bites him in the rear. Months back, he used to knock on my neighbor's door. She is a few years younger than me and does not enjoy the kids as much. I never understood WHY. Anyways, he would ring the bell a few times and then yell through the mail slot. After weeks of putting up with this her mom had ENOUGH. So did her father. They yelled at him and forbade him from doing that ever again. Elle (she and Andrew are actually twins) wasn't there when it happened but I'm sure she saw it coming. My sympathy for Andrew went through the roof. In a way he is just misunderstood. He doesn't INTEND to be a nuisance to neighbors, he just wants to play.
I love being around these two because they just bring joy to me and light. My life isn't always good. I'm sure they know that. For now however, I have THEM. And, they have me.