This post is inspired by Jessica, who claims I do not love her, but I really do. And there are plenty of you that I've told I love, and I won't take it back. (Ironically, Mid Life Mommy also recently posted about the definition of love.)
I don't think of love as something to be reserved for a chosen few. I think there's enough love to go around, and I surround myself with people I love.
Which is kind of funny, considering that I can think of quite a few off the top of my head that would proclaim me a people-hating bitch. And that's true, too. But let's not dwell on that aspect right now.
This post is about me finding so many so easy to love. I love Jessica because she's been a friend to me. She's thought of me for some wonderful opportunities, and I will forever be grateful to her. Love is the least I can give in return.
And that's pretty much all it takes for me to love: if someone goes out of their way to think of me or my girls, then yeah, I love them for that. There are friends that I haven't spoken to in years that I still love because they were there for me when I needed them.
Love, to me, isn't something to hold onto tightly. I don't love everyone I meet, but I love everyone who has added value to my life, or my girls' lives (which, in turn, means my life, too) because those are acts of love.
I tell my friends often that I love them because they should know that. I tell my girls that I love them about a hundred times a day. But true expressions of love aren't the words themselves, but in the actions: hugs, words of encouragement, spending time together, an offer to babysit or pouring a cup of coffee. It's the little things that say, "I'm thinking of you." That, to me, is love.