A Tribute to the letter L
Whenever I ask myself "What is Love?" I just start laughing. It has been several years since Chris Kattan and Will Ferrell danced to that song on Saturday Night Live. Before that I used to love that song. (I still like it.) When I worked as a clerk, I would open the office, turn the radio on, then go and clean up the waiting room, and this song came on. In those days, I was too busy as a wife, a mom and a part time receptionist to think about things like love.
Ever since I remember, love was just love to me. You love your parents, your siblings, your grandparents and when you got married you love your husband and your children. Then a co-worker told me that women probably love their husbands more than their husbands love them. Now that thought had never occurred to me before. I still try to understand what she meant. I know I am more vocal and expressive and my husband is not. That does not mean that what she said was true. I asked my mom once. She said that if that thought occurred in my head, then I love him less than he loves me, because love does not mean that you worry about yourself being loved. I think she was right.
Webster's dictionary describes love as a deep affection or passion for someone or something. I think that there has to be a strong personal attachment, otherwise why would emotions like kindness and compassion be part of love? That is why we love babies, children and the rest of the occupants of this earth whether they be human beings or animals, birds and other creatures.
Then there is love that we see in the movies. Part of me wants to go back to my teenage years and think of love that two pre-teens find for each other. The love where there are no complications, no competitions, no doubt that the other one loves you. It may be short lived for them, but it is cute.