So I watched sappy movies this weekend. "The Notebook" and "Definitely, Maybe" - both screaming chick flicks that left me crying. All about love. Love found, love lost, love challenged, love failed, love revisited.
Made me think about love. You say "I love you" to lots of people. You say it to your mom. Your siblings. Your first love. Your first heartbreak. Your spouse. Your children.
Clearly, it can't mean the same thing every time you say it. Three words. Different meanings. I say it to my brother, right after I roll my eyes about the last stupid thing he's said or done. I said it to my first serious boyfriend, but in retrospect, first loves pale in comparison to loves that come later in life when you know yourself.
I say it to my children everyday. Its the kind of love that if anyone tried to harm them, I might have to kill that person. Seriously. I've never killed anyone. But don't ever test me.
I say it to my husband, and mean it more than any man before him. But if someone tried to harm him, I don't think it would bring out the killer instinct like with my kids. Don't get me wrong, I'd still be pissed. I don't think it means I love him less.
I don't have anything more profound on the subject. Although, if men wanted to learn how to love us completely, they could take advice from my children. On how to express love, without holding back. Without reservation or qualification. While they are away from me, we talk by phone, or my oldest son sends me text messages.
I get texts like "I love you the most in the whole world."
I get calls that say "I love you 100" and when I respond "I love you 200", I get "Well, then I love you a billion". My oldest one has gone so far as to say "I love you googleplex".
What woman could resist those kind of declarations?
So what number is your love? Don't forget to tell her/him.