I Love You
I Love You
One time, when I fell off the face of the earth (which I did a lot when I was young and grieving the death of my father), my very best friend, who I still call my sister because some bonds are thicker than blood, called my mom to find out where I’d moved to and what my new phone number was.
Family, the real, solid kind that changes your life, never, ever lets you go. Even if you think they should, and try to get them to. They love you too much to let you be alone, even when you’re being a fucktard.
My sister loves me enough to hunt me down. She loves me enough to put up with me when I’m being a pain.She loves me enough to overlook my bad decision to not fly out for her wedding (I still regret that). She loves me enough to HATE every single girlfriend I’ve ever had (none of them are good enough for her little brother). She loves me enough to call, even when I get caught up in life and forget to. She loves me enough to tell me when I’m being an idiot (sometimes gently….sometimes not so).
Daily, weekly, monthly, and for years now she’s been a grounding force in my life, and a constant I can count on at every turn. Sometimes family is not magical Christmas movie specials or big boisterous dinners together… sometimes it’s just the quiet, insistent presence of someone standing in your life and saying “I’m not leaving. And neither are you. We’re family. We’re stuck with each other.”
Every time you cook for me, I can see the joy in your face. And it’s awesome. As a non-traditional expression of love, sometimes I think it doesn’t get enough attention, and you think maybe we don’t notice. But we do. From a cup of tea to big holiday dinners, trust me….food is an expression of love. Don’t forget to take the time to appreciate that.
A friend of mine told me recently that she felt her husband was the most driven person in the world, and that sometimes she’s not, but that it’s good for her to see him so committed to things. It drives her to be a better person.
Those we love are in the best position to challenge us, push us and help us grow. Let them.
Because everyone knows touch can be a powerful expression of love.
When work and the world suck me into my computer for hours at a time, and it’s getting late, sometimes she magically appears at my elbow and sets a cup of coffee on the desk next to me, squeezes my shoulder and leaves. Seeking nothing but to remind me of her love, affection, and gently nudging me with concern about my workaholic nature. Love cares without nagging, and supports without approving.
One of my favorite parts of love? Sleeping next to someone.