Love, amour, amare, amo, любовь,爱, agape, eros, älskar…..
The Concise Oxford Dictonary, Ninth Ed. describes love like this:
love n. & v. -n. 1. an intense feeling of deep affection or fondness for a person or thing; great liking. 2. sexual passion. 3. sexual relations. 4 a a beloved one; a sweetheart (often as a form of address). b Brit. colloq. a familiar form of address regardless of affection. 5. colloq. a person of whom one is fond….
Yadda yadda yadda.
After 9 definitions of the word love as a noun, it goes on to provide 4 definitions of love as a verb and the use of the word in various contexts, such as fall in love, for the love of, in love, love-hate relationship, making love…and so on and so forth. All of which make me believe even more strongly what I am here to say today, on Valentine’s Day, when love is celebrated above all else:
There is no true description to the word love. It means something different to everyone, in every situation. Each time the word is uttered (which is often – I also think it is the worlds most overused word) it means something different. Love is such a vast, multi-layered complex concept, that those folks that wrote that dictionary barely even scratched the surface in their very long definition of the word.
Let us break it down. I can only speak for myself, but I think that the general concept is universal:
I love God. God loves me.
I love my son. My son loves me.
I love my husband. My husband loves me.
I love my Mom. My Mom loves me.
I love my Dad. My Dad loves me.
I love my friend Jolene. My friend Jolene loves me.
I love my friend Renee. My friend Renee loves me.
I love my friend Karen. My friend Karen loves me.
I love all my friends (you know who you are) and they all love me.
I love my dog Sophie. Sophie loves me.
I love reading.
I love my job.
I love being home, nice and cozy, on a cold winter day.
I love soaking up the sun on the beach on a hot summer day.
I love my cell phone. Also my Macbook Pro. And any kind of amazing technology.
I love shopping in Sephora, Indigo, Coach, and other various clothing and shoe stores, etc.
I love bacon, pizza, popcorn, chocolate, the smell of BBQ in the summer, the smell of baked beans in the winter.
I love to cook, bake, and create things in the kitchen. I love to share those things with the folks that I love.
I love Harry Potter.
I love music.
I love the sound of my son’s laughter.
I love my bed.
I love cuddling.
I love a good cup of tea.
I love how you get the idea…..I’m sure you get the idea.
I just used the word love in almost 50 different ways. Each time I typed the word, it meant something different. Each time I typed the word I totally meant it. Relative to the subject I was writing about. Do I love a good cup of tea as much as I love my Mom? Uh…no. But I do love them both. I love my son more than anything in the world. I also love my husband more than anything in the world. You may ask how I can say that. You may think I am contradicting myself. But I am not. I love them both more than anything in the world, yet the love I feel for my son is so completely different than the love I feel for my husband, that there is absolutely no comparing the two.
Love is a pretty big thing. It makes the world go around. There is a reason why many people wait to say it in relationships, and have a hard time saying it for the first time. It means something, or at least it should.
I hope you all have an amazing Valentine’s Day, and use this day to celebrate love. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a relationship or not. We are all capable of love and because of that today is for everyone, everywhere.