I was recently told that a friend of mine’s father now tells him he loves him before they hang up. It comes at a time later in life for him, but I realize how much it must mean to finally hear his father say I love you after all these years. It’s definitely better late than never.
I tell my close friends I love you before we part ways or hang up. I tell my mother and father I love you every night before we end the call. Of course, I tell Keith I love you more times per day than I care to count. I tell my beloved little Camille I love you before I leave her to go to work.
It’s three simple words that mean so very much. It feels good to say them, and it gives the recipient a feeling of such worth. If you feel it, it’s okay to say it. If it feels awkward that first time, no worries – that’ll fade quickly.
Can you say it too much or too often? Is it ever overused? I don’t believe so. Nah – not at all.
I don’t think we can overuse that phrase, unless we cease to mean it. Thank you for sharing your sweet post, Bonnie. Blessings to you…
July 7, 2011 at 5:13 pm
That’s so very true, Carol Ann! Thanks for your sweet comment, I hope you and your husband enjoy a beautiful weekend. Blessings to you!
July 8, 2011 at 8:17 am
So glad your daughter is ok. I never heard those words from my father, I guess it doesn’t really matter that I didn’t, in a way it prepared for the true side of life which is not always pleasant.
July 9, 2011 at 3:10 pm
Thanks, gobetweenflames. Sorry to hear you never heard it from him. It’s funny how certain turns in life happen to prepare us for others ahead – doesn’t make much sense most times, though.
July 10, 2011 at 8:34 pm