Kevin and I recently watched a programme on TV about 9/11, and about all the heroes who helped on that fateful day so many years ago. It’s still such a clear event in everyones mind – everyone can remember where they were when they heard the Twin Towers had fallen…
Anyway, it got us thinking. And it got us talking about love. More specifically, the words ‘I love you’. Are these words overused to the point where they no longer mean anything?
I tell Kevin I love him fairly regularly, usually if I have had a hard day and need to hear him say it back. Or if we have had a particularly special day together. But just because I don’t tell him every day, that doesn’t mean I don’t love him every second of the day – I do.
But life gets in the way. I’m busy running round after the kids, Kevin is busy working to provide for us all. We don’t have the time to be constantly calling each other and professing our love – and if I am honest, nor do we want or need to.
Kevin knows I love him, and I know he loves me. I don’t need him to tell me. I would rather he showed me – buying me a bar of chocolate, running me a bath after a long day, or a cuddle on the sofa all mean more to me than those 3 little words. Because love can’t be summaried in words – it’s the actions that speak far louder.
I hear people saying ‘I love you’ at the end of every phone call, even if they have just phoned to ask the other person to buy a loaf of bread. I hear it shouted between teenagers in the street. I hear it from one friend to another. But do we need to be saying it all the time, or should we be secure enough to know we are loved wthout needing to hear it?
Don’t get me wrong – if I had been on that plane on 9/11, I would have been the first person on the phone telling my family I loved them. But day in day out? No, I don’t need to hear it. Because I know it. Love is more than those 3 little words.