“I love you.”
I say it all day long. No joke.
I tell my kids (who sometimes mumble it back and sometimes speak clearly).
I whisper it into my dogs’ ears while they lick my face and I try not to think about where their tongues have been.
I text it to Bill if he’s not home and I’ve made mistakes often enough that the phone now auto-corrects to I love youm.
I leave comments on posts of bloggers I adore:
I love the story of your failed potty-training efforts. And I love you. So let me know where to send the diapers and wine. (Not necessarily in that order.)
No one’s surprised to hear me admit I love my dogs and kids and husband. Of course I do.
And yes I love hilarious posts that remind me of the bright side to mothering teenagers (acne sucks but diapers suck harder); and indeed I love the bloggers who write these posts (enough to share my time, heart, words and wine with them).
I love my friends. A lot. My extended family. A lot. I love writing and reading and sleeping (holy crap do I love sleeping).
And running (when it’s not too hot). And eating food (even when it is).
I love the ocean waves and music. Evenness. Asymmetry. Peace. I love learning and also being mindless. I love working hard and succumbing to laziness. I love success and – as a hopelessly cock-eyed optimist – I try to love failure for the lessons it teaches me.
But I know – like many of us – I throw those three words around too lightly. I say them without thinking. When I’m not being purposeful.
And I don’t think that’s awful. Of course it’s not awful. I mean, who in her right mind doesn’t want more love?
A wise man – who wasn’t even Henry David Thoreau if Wikipedia is to be trusted – once said it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.
(Forgive the ending preposition. It was Hal David’s idea.)
I think all of us (at least sometimes, or perhaps more often than that, even) should take a moment to truly mean what we say. To give as much thought and emotion and intention to I LOVE YOU as we give breath.
I want every single person I love to know that’s how I feel. I hope they do. And to the one who promised to stick with me forever sixteen years ago today:
I hope I’ve succeeded in not just telling my love but showing it. And I hope you believe…
I meant it.
I mean it.
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