Hodge Podge I love you

The McLeod River Post - - Points of View - by June McInnes June McInnes

You’ve prob­a­bly said it said a mil­lion times. But do you mean it?

Is it some­thing you’ve be­come used to say­ing? Or do you re­ally, truly mean it?

I’m a firm be­liever in say­ing I love you and I do mean it with all my heart.

I wave my hus­band off in the morn­ings I know its prob­a­bly a bit daft, but come rain or snow or shine, I’ll wave him off, I hug him and kiss him and tell him I love him, and I mean it.

I love him for the ways he works hard to keep us all fed and housed, I love him for the sac­ri­fices he’s made over the years, putting fam­ily first and most of all I love him for his fidelity and trust. It makes me feel loved to know out of any­one else on this planet he comes home to me each night. I’m noth­ing spe­cial, I’m short, fat and be­spec­ta­cled, prob­a­bly a bit short tem­pered but I love him with ev­ery­thing I’ve got. I’ve nursed him when he’s sick and taken care of him. I’ve fed him when he was very sick and nursed him back to health, al­ways with love in my heart. We’ve been to­gether now for what will be 37 years this com­ing May.

Love is con­tin­ued re­spect, of look­ing for­ward to be­ing with that some­one at the end of their day whether it’s shifts or 9-5 or weeks on and weeks off, it doesn’t mat­ter.

I like the way we’ve be­come com­fort­able with each other, but not com­pla­cent, he has a wicked sense of hu­mour and can make me laugh so much my ribs hurt.

Think about the words that are so quick to leave your mouth when you say them “I love you” they slip off your tongue and dis­ap­pear into the ether, did you mean it? Or was it habit? We never know how long we’ve got, so love with the fe­roc­ity of a tiger and the ten­der­ness of a dove, don’t miss date nights or break prom­ises, say what your go­ing to do and do it, walk the walk and talk the talk, so many peo­ple don’t. This can lead to a break­down in and mixed mes­sages and ul­ti­mately a break down in com­mu­ni­ca­tions, lead­ing to sepa­ra­tion and divorce, so sad.

I al­ways tell our kids I love them es­pe­cially as they leave for school, so many bad things hap­pen on the roads, some­times through no­body’s fault. Make the last thing you say to some­one, some­thing nice, some­thing pos­i­tive.

I try to be pos­i­tive ev­ery day, some days it feels like I’m try­ing to wres­tle a greased pig whilst I’m wear­ing skates on oiled glass, but I do try. If you don’t try, I feel you’ve al­ready lost be­fore you start. This year we have a lot of work to do in our new place, it needs new ev­ery­thing al­most, but that can be done one job at a time, bit by bit and even­tu­ally it will come right and be fin­ished. Yes­ter­day we got off to a fly­ing start when one of our sons came by and helped do­ing some jobs around the house, so I say thank you Ross you did a great job, it’s a hun­dred times bet­ter now and safer.

So, best foot for­ward, start the year smil­ing I say.

Let’s we what it has to bring, come on, let’s dance, let’s do it, what­ever it is...

You can bet what­ever it is I’ll try my best and won’t give up.

Don’t for­get to say to your loved ones, I love you as of­ten as pos­si­ble and throw in a few hugs. They are of course op­tional but do go well to­gether.

As al­ways, be nice to one an­other.

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