Listening to myself talk and reading what I write, I’ve noticed how loosely I use the word love to describe things that in all actuality, I simply like a lot or enjoy. The thought of tossing the L-word about brings back memories of my childhood. We used to have a phrase, If you love it so much, why don’t you marry it! “It” could have been a myraid of things.
Well, if that isn’t food for thought, I don’t know what is. I love reading but I don’t think a book would make a good spouse.
I also love calamari but I couldn’t imagine saying “I do” to breaded squid! Not to mention I love tea as well, although if I married it, wouldn’t it just evaporate over time?!
I am not married to my career (though I do love my kids!) and on my deathbed I won’t regret not grading more papers or spending countless hours afterschool.
There is a whole long list of things that I profess to love. (Shoes, purses, clothes, hot baths, blogging, warm covers, hot chocolate…to name a few)
But I’ve come to realize that what I love the most are people–not things.