I tend to use the word love fairly liberally. Ok, VERY liberally.
My dear sweet Thomas will be the first to attest to the fact that I am a wee bit excessive when it comes to language. Ok fine I’ll just come right out and say it – I speak mostly in hyperbole.
Which means more often than not you’ll likely catch me saying “I love you.” And I mean it.
The word love is not for everyone. Some people are uncomfortable using that word to express their feelings. Others (like me) use it as frequently as the word hello. In some cultures people don’t even use the phrase I love you. In Italy, for example, people often tell loved ones te voglio bene, which translates to I wish you well. I remember being somewhat taken aback to learn one of my sister’s close Italian friends has said I love you to her parents only once or twice in her entire life.
Then you have someone like me on the other side of the spectrum. Someone who uses the word love frequently and isn’t afraid to say it. I’m bountiful with my I love yous because I am just that – bountiful with love.
I recognize that in my own life I have LOTS of different kinds of love. I have love for my family, my friends. I have a deep, resounding love for Thomas and an indescribable love for my sister. I love my girlfriends, my parents, my cousins. Hell I even have love for the Starbucks barista who spells my name right.
Some of my friends are at times surprised and a tad uncomfortable when I say I love you. That’s ok. Maybe they didn’t grow up in expressive families like mine. Maybe they aren’t used to hearing those words in a friendship. Maybe they don’t trust that I mean it. And while I always want to remain respectful of their boundaries I also want them to know – really know – that they are loved.
I hope you have a happy Monday. If you need a pick-me-up, just remember… I love you.
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