It happens at the most random of moments sometimes. There I will be in the living room or on the bed or outside and she will say it. “I love you Wiley!” Usually there is an impending love fest to follow as well. You know, the kind with lots of pets in all my favorite places (like behind the ears and on my belly). And if I’m being honest, it catches me off guard sometimes.
Like tonight, when it happened (as it always does) my dear forever mom said something kind of startling in addition to the norm. “I love you Wiley. Do I tell you that enough?” Of course you do, I thought. Truth be told, she says it all the time. Multiple times a day at least, I would say. To me, to dad, and to dear baby Carter. And I never tire of hearing it, so I certainly know the obvious answer to the question. It’s like asking why the chicken crossed the road. (To which, I say the answer is to get to the bacon, but that is just my opinion.)
Yes, my dear forever mom. Yes, you say you love me enough. Not only that, you show me you love me. Sometimes that’s even better than saying so. But the more I thought about it, I realized the answer to what seems like an obvious question isn’t always yes.
I know (because I lived it in a prior life) that sometimes people don’t say they love each other (or me for that matter). They don’t kiss each other goodnight. And they certainly don’t snuggle. Or maybe they do. But then that one day comes along when they don’t. Maybe they had an argument the night before. Or maybe they argue all the time. None of that matters when life is as short as it is. You never know when it might be the last time you see someone. It could be the last chance you have to tell them you love them.
Around here it happens at the most random of moments sometimes. But today I was reminded that is exactly as it should be. And you can’t say it enough.