“Haromantic” is a word Victoria has coined (from a mishearing of “how romantic”) to mean full of love.
She told me today, as we were celebrating getting a little one-to-one time, “I am haromantic.
I asked her, “Are you full of love?”
“Yes, and I will never run out,” she said. “Because love comes from God.”
“That’s true,” I told her. I couldn’t help but add, knowing that none of us stay four and “haromantic” forever, “And if you ever feel out of love, you can ask God for more, because God never runs out, and God will always give you more.”
“That’s right mom,” she said.
