These days when I talk to my father, he says I Love You. I do not have many memories of him saying that when I was younger, although Iโm sure he did. Honestly, I only think he says it now as a response when I say it. However, my father says I love you in many other ways, I just needed to learn his love language.
Last Saturday I was sitting by the pool reading Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott. Anne talks about getting into the moment and seeing things for what they are, simple and pure and getting outside of ourselves.