“I love you enough to feed you into the wood chipper head first,” I announced mirthfully to my husband the other night on our way to dinner.
Which got me thinking about all of the ways we express love that are often not interpreted as such.
Sometimes love is a sweet hug and a kind word, a welcome home after a long day.
Sometimes love is a playful smack on the butt, an adult version of, “Tag, you’re it!”
Sometimes love is expressed in the little things, the gestures that say, “I see you.”
Sometimes love is found in offering the extra helping and sometimes it’s found by accepting that unwanted offering.
Sometimes love is granting space, giving the gift of time and freedom.
Sometimes love is overwhelming, flooding the senses. And sometimes it’s more like a dull ache fading into the background.
Sometimes love is accepting the onslaught of frustration and unease that often releases once the distressed feel safe.
Sometimes love is a difficult decision that you know will hurt somebody in the moment yet be better for them in long run.
Sometimes love is saying you’re sorry even when you’re still angry and accepting an apology even though you know you’re right. And sometimes it’s admitting you’re wrong.
Sometimes love is enforcing boundaries and learning to say, “No,” as any parent is well aware.
Sometimes love is expressed through frustration, not at the person but the helplessness you feel about their situation.
Sometimes love is letting go and sometimes it’s refusing to release your grip.
Sometimes love is giving in and sometimes it’s about giving someone the confidence to do it on their own.
Love is the action and it’s also the intent.
And learning to see love requires that sometimes you look behind the curtain, that you shelve your initial assumptions and reactions and instead consider that maybe what you’re really seeing is, “I love you.”
And sometimes love is joking that if I ever get angry enough to kill you, I’ll be sure to make it quick 🙂