Love


Love. A four letter word that can fill a person with many emotions: hope, sadness, loathing, self-doubt, happiness, excitement, and the list continues... It can fill the heart with joy or promote a sense of dread.

At least the kind of love to which I am referring. Because so many times, the word also gets tossed about casually. “I love that color”, “I love these donuts”, “That movie? I loved it!” Or my pet peeve as people say goodbye to their friends, “Love ya!” Ugh. Why flippantly use such a powerful word?

Does overusing a word negate or diminish its meaning? I think so. The more times you say a word, the easier it to say, sure. But the opposite is also true: the less you use a word, the more impact it can have.

For example, I can count on one hand the number of times I heard my dad say a cuss word—even the lighter ones like hell or damn. The few times I did hear him say it, it was so out of character that I laughed out loud (literally, not just lol) in disbelief. It shocked me. And I paid attention. On the other hand, if my mother wasn’t using a hell or damn in her vernacular she wasn’t talking.

All this to say that I have fallen in Love—with a capital “L”. I am head over heals for this woman and excited to begin Life with her. VERY excited. Tres, tres, tres, tres excited! She IS my Life.

But how to let her know that when I say “I Love you”—because I WANT to say it often—it is not just a casual phrase like, “I love those shoes!” I LOVE her. A lot, a lot. I've told her that when I say it, I mean it with a capital L. And I believe that each time we say it to the other, it should grow in meaning. So I know when we say it to each other, it’s not a casual reference, we mean it with everything in my soul—and more.

Love. It’s a force stronger than gravity, Merlin tells Arthur in Disney’s Sword and the Stone. It can bring down kingdoms, or make great things extraordinary. And I unequivocally love being in Love!

Indeed.

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