Love may be one of THE hardest words to define; it is so utterly personal.
I listen to teen girls; they love everyone. If I was to get out my journals from my teens years ::: shudder ::: I loved everyone as well, so it hasn't changed too much - they just say it all the time. It is a conversation sign off with sentiment, "love you!" rather than "buh-bye!"
In the 1970's our conversations didn't end with "love you." I can certainly recognize how much I loved my girlfriends, many of whom I am still in touch with. Having gone through the trenches of life with them over the course of the past 40 years, I love them even more now. Your story doesn't have to be retold - they lived it WITH you - via letters, email, phone calls, and certainly catching up on Facebook.
Romantic love is an entirely different kind of love. I know I was totally shaped in my teens and early twenties about how I expected/wanted/hoped/wished love to be. I wrote about it nearly a year ago HERE. Ah youth.
All I know for certain is you can't have too much love. It really is a cure for what ails you. Here's to love and it's many, many definitions. May someone smile though the phone for you today.
Remember I wrote about listening to a song on repeat last week? This is one I could listen to all day.
xo
I listen to teen girls; they love everyone. If I was to get out my journals from my teens years ::: shudder ::: I loved everyone as well, so it hasn't changed too much - they just say it all the time. It is a conversation sign off with sentiment, "love you!" rather than "buh-bye!"
In the 1970's our conversations didn't end with "love you." I can certainly recognize how much I loved my girlfriends, many of whom I am still in touch with. Having gone through the trenches of life with them over the course of the past 40 years, I love them even more now. Your story doesn't have to be retold - they lived it WITH you - via letters, email, phone calls, and certainly catching up on Facebook.
Romantic love is an entirely different kind of love. I know I was totally shaped in my teens and early twenties about how I expected/wanted/hoped/wished love to be. I wrote about it nearly a year ago HERE. Ah youth.
All I know for certain is you can't have too much love. It really is a cure for what ails you. Here's to love and it's many, many definitions. May someone smile though the phone for you today.
Remember I wrote about listening to a song on repeat last week? This is one I could listen to all day.
xo
It's in the stars
In the sun
It's everywhere
In everyone
And it will be every day
http://youtu.be/_OwUIIeuw8w
In the sun
It's everywhere
In everyone
And it will be every day
http://youtu.be/_OwUIIeuw8w
For my mother - the new 'do and color.
The resemblance to Janie is uncanny.
The resemblance to Janie is uncanny.
