One night at bedtime, we were having one of those "I don't want to go to bed" "well it's bedtime" conversations.
She said "but when I'm on my own, I can't feel your love."
How could I explain love, make it visible, feel-able, understandable? How could I explain that my love would always be reaching to her no matter where she or I might be?
In the end, I told her that love was stretchy, stretchier than the stretchiest elastic, and stronger too.
As we prepared for a new year of kinder, I made this stretchy love heart for her back pack, so that a visible, feel-able, stretch-able reminder of our love would always be easy to find (and then I made two more, because even grown-ups like reminders).