“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 typos often enough that the phone now auto-corrects to I love youm.
I leave comments on posts of friends I adore:
I love this story about your potty-training fail. And I love you. Let me know where to send pull-ups 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 posts that remind me of the bright side to mothering older kids (acne sucks, but pull-ups suck harder!)
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 once said What the world needs now is love sweet love; 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 even more often than sometimes—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. (My hopes are so high!)
And to the man who promised to stick with me forever—the man who has in fact stuck with me so far, for better or worse:
I hope I’ve succeeded in not just telling my love but showing it. And I hope you believe you’re my favorite. Hands down.
I meant it.
I mean it.
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