The L Word

My family is not an "I love you" sort of family. Not that we don't love each other, we just reserve those 3 words for rare and special occasions. That is the way we were raised and I'm sure the way my parents were raised.

Craig, on the other hand, is from an "ILY" family. They tell each other frequently. Hardly a farewell or a telephone call goes by without an "I love you."

Needless to say, Craig and I are continuing our family traditions. He says the words freely, I don't. I force them out at a wedding or funeral, he says them to the Wal-Mart checker and the FedEx guy.

I'm not sure if either is good or bad. I would hope my infrequent use doesn't get interpreted in the wrong way. I also wonder if too frequent can make the phrase commonplace with less meaning.

I do know that each night before we go to sleep, Craig says "I love you" and I reply with something between a grunt and a coherent "I love you too" (depending on how far gone I am.)

So, if I've never told you that I love you, there could be 2 reasons. 1. I don't love you, and I curse the ground you walk on. 2. I do love you but my mouth just won't spit it out.

If the 2nd option applies, hopefully I show my love in other ways.

That concludes my message of the day.

With all my l...lo....(oh whatever),
Dave