I love words.
I luv to use hyperbole (/hīˈpərbəlē/ – exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally). No really. I luv hyperbole so much I could explode (um…see?).
Somehow these facts brought something to my attention recently: I overuse the word “love”. I hyperbole it. (And yes, I DID just create a verb out of a noun…bc I like to shake things up.) When I stopped to realize that, it bothered me. And so, I decided the best thing to do was to create a new category of “love”. I now have 2 categories:
Stuff I luv.
Stuff I love.
Why does this even matter? Well, it goes back to this. (Stay with me here…) Once I got a fancy set of kitchen knives that came with one of those sharpener things. I was excited about the idea of keeping my knives sharp…bc they were fancy. So I used the sharpener thing as often as I could. Until I got some awful news: you. can. over. sharpen. fancy. knives.
Yes. It’s true…by sharpening TOO often, the blade can weaken. Um, what?
So back to my luv/love thoughts. Is it possible that by overusing the word “love” when explaining how much I appreciate/care for/adore/like something truly special, I’m actually dulling the shine?
I grew up in a house where we said “I love you” often and meant it. Still do. In fact, as I look back on my short 15 years I had w/my dad that is something I can tell you…he NEVER EVER missed an opportunity to tell me he loved me. That is something I will never doubt. And, one of my greatest hopes is that my kids will feel/know/understand/rely on that same truth. The “I love you”s are constant…but never common. They are an expected fact of our day-to-day lives, but never, ever watered down.
I reserve the “love” for those parts of life that own a piece of my heart and soul.
I’ll give the rest my “luv”.
I love my hubby. I love our history. I love our now. I love our plans for the future. I love my kids. I love hearing how they see life thru their eyes. I love their laughs. I love hearing them call me “mama”. I love my God. I love His direction when I’ve been lost. I love His gifts when I never even knew it was Him who brought them. I love how He keeps showing me how to love. I love purpose and meaning in life. I love absorbing a huge truth that makes life make sense. I love memories and histories. I love hope. I love limitless dreams. I love seeing brokenness become beauty. I love friends who don’t need ” ” around the word friends. I love using my life to pour into other lives (especially young ones like my Glam Girls.) I love my dogs and their loyal, unconditional love. I love words. I love music. I love inspiration.
I luv pizza. I luv handbags. I luv twitter. I luv NYC. I luv live music. I luv flea markets. I luv my bike. I luv blogs. I luv cute shoes. I luv bracelets. I luv my new curtains. I luv basketball. I luv the Avett Brothers.
luv vs. love
They are different…both awesome…but I hope one never dulls the other.
What are your love/luv lists?