I was killing time on Facebook yesterday when I came across a joke shared on a page I follow. I’m sure hundreds of jokes are shared hourly, I know I see a lot of them..but this one made my heart hurt. In paraphrasing but it went something like this:
A group of woman are in a seminar to help strengthen and lengthen their marriages. Leader asks when was the last time you told your husband you love him? There was a myriad of responses ranging from five minutes before leaving for the seminar to not remembering. They followed this up with having the ladies text their husbands those three simple words. I love you. They were instructed to read the responses to the group. Again, the responses were extremely varied and all over the scale. Some responses were heartwarming such as, “Awww I love you too! You ok?” Others were frightening, “Who was this meant for? I’m coming home and you are in big trouble!” Some hurt my heart, “What do you want? How much is it going to cost me?”
I’m actually not even sure what the point of the joke was but it got me to thinking about my husband. I tell him how much I love him ALL. THE. TIME!
Within minutes of waking, I tell him. Before we part ways for the day, I tell him. Every time I talk to him throughout the day, I tell him. Sometimes randomly for no reason I text him to tell him. When he arrives home from work, I tell him. Before we fall asleep, with my last words of the day, I tell him.
Maybe it’s too much. This joke I came across has me thinking that maybe I’m doing it wrong. Perhaps I am the strange one, not those featured in the joke. Why? Why do I have this obsession with telling him I love him SO OFTEN? Is it because we are newlyweds…. No, our 19th anniversary is only a couple months away. Could it be because I feel threatened and fear losing him? No, pretty secure that we have an amazing life together.
I’m starting to think it’s probably because
Within minutes of waking, he tells me. Before we part ways for the day, he tells me. Every time I talk to him throughout the day, he tells me. Sometimes randomly for no reason he texts me to tell me. When he arrives home from work, he tells me. Before we fall asleep, with his last words of the day, he tells me.
Maybe we are strange. Maybe we are doing it all wrong. Maybe we say it too much.
For me, I know I am loved and I make sure that he knows he is as well. For that reason alone, I wouldn’t have it any other way!