Well to be able to love life, we all have to have things we hold dear and cherish. Sometimes, as time moves on, these things are not always with us all the time.
As I usually do I stopped today to admire the handprint my son had given me a number of years ago, it sits with pride on my bedroom bookcase. He is 12 now, but still he will always be my little man (not that he would like to to call him that! I am sure…).
Love life because those who you love are in it, every moment counts and every memory brings that moment back to you again and again.