“When was the last time you said I love you?”
They are the three little words that say it all. When was the last time I said “I love you”? About an hour ago I told my husband I loved him as we said our goodbyes on the phone. We always end our conversations that way…always have and most likely always will. Before that I told each of my kids I loved them with a kiss and a hug before leaving them off at school this morning. It is always the first thing I say to them when they return.
Some people stumble over those three little words or they don’t say it unless they mean it. Some are afraid to say it for fear that the sentiment won’t be returned. It is a bitch when you go out of your way to say “I love you” only to have the object of your affection look at you, grimace, and say “Uh, that’s nice.” Ouch! You have to be almost 100% sure that they feel the same way towards you or you’re setting yourself up for embarrassment and a shit load of hurt. I started telling the people I loved often after my mom’s kidney’s failed. It was a wake up call that life is entirely too short to wait. She lived each day as if it was her last and one day it was. I made sure that she had no doubt that I loved her. The same holds true for my Dad. I don’t just throw out those three little words to just anyone. The person has to have earned my love and equally be deserving of it.
How often do you tell those you love that you love them? I don’t think you can possibly tell someone too much. Why have the object of your devotion wonder and never know? They deserve to know. If tomorrow never comes, you’ll have let those you love know and they will treasure the knowledge even more. Enjoy life and spread the love before it is too late!
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