I don’t mean I LOVE YOU when I say “I love you”, but
somehow I cannot find the words that come closer to what I
truly mean.
You know this and you understand...
You realize that I cannot say how much I appreciate your
placing the cold washcloth on my forehead during a fever, or
how much I enjoy your fingertips brushing my neck as you
casually walk by. And so, for each occasion, when no other
words avail themselves, I say, “I love you”.
Perhaps I meant to say, “I’m sorry” when I saw the
helpless tears come into your eyes when you were unable to
stop the hurt of my daughter after a bad cut. It didn’t stop
the tears in either case, but the “I love you” went from me to
you and then from you to her... and it helped...
“I love you” when you take my hand during a prayer in
church, but I don’t mean I LOVE YOU. I want to say, “Thank
you” for helping me find myself in God, and “Thank you,
God” for helping me find myself in my wife.
And “I love you” when we’re walking together through
the woods, when I really want to tell you that no one else
could possibly help me appreciate the beauty that occurs
around me as you have.
And when I find, each day, that I am involved in a
marriage that was envisioned only by He who can cause
perfection, I say, “Thank you” in my prayers, and turn softly
to you and say, “I love you”.
But I don’t mean I LOVE YOU...
I mean – “I love you”...
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