Love is shaking with dirty hands and giving a piece of thread

Today I fell in love with the smiles and laughs, longings and affections of young MRs.
It's such a joy to be called with such glee. When their eyes light up at the sight of you. When they make simple gestures that are reserved for those they are comfortable with.
When they trust you with their seemingly useless things for us such as a thread.
When they ask for your hands and they squeeze and shake them.
Today I experienced love from a young mentally retarded. He's a gift.
Today, God let me see love in a simple, pure form.