There are so many ways to say I Love You.
“Text or call me when you get there “
“Don’t forget your jacket”
“Drive safe”
There are many ways to show your love.
Holding them while they cry, and not utter a word.
Making breakfast.
Surrendering the remote.
Cuddling on the couch.
Letting them sleep in.
Putting Vicks on their chest and nose.
Vicks vaporub is Troy’s love language.
He keeps a jar in the night stand. He swears it will cure everything.
And I must admit, when he slathers it on me, I always feel so much better.
The eucalyptus penetrates my passageways as I inhale, opening my senses, Melts into my skin, keeping the cough at bay.
It never has the same affect when I do it myself, so it must be love.
Troy’s way of doctoring me.
Making me feel better.
Comforting me.
Easing my discomfort.
Telling me he loves me.
Isn’t that what love is all about?
Caring so much about another that you put their comfort, happiness, health and feelings first. And in doing so, your world is a better place.
Love isn’t a trinket, flowers or candy. It is something money can’t buy.
It’s respect.
Encouragement
Support
And sometimes a little Vicks.
I watched 2 friends get married yesterday.
It may have been their official day of man and wife, but they were a committed couple long before that moment.
Two very independent lives living as one.
Together not out of need or necessity, but out of love and respect.
They are each others biggest cheerleaders.
They laugh together.
Enjoy each other’s company.
They can live without each other but choose not to.
A piece of paper does not make a marriage.
But Vicks does.
So can loving out loud, and loving big.
Lorene
