Words are, too often, just groups of letters arranged by some to fill blank spaces on a page, or spoken by others to fulfill a dialogue, or to break a silence. Words can be abused, get confused, be misused, misspelled, or misinterpreted. Words can be ill-timed, irresponsible, well meaning (but misplaced), misunderstood and, conveniently, forgotten. Words are…everywhere. They seem so impermanent: they expire quickly; they disintegrate; they fall on deaf ears; they fade from pages and memories…Words are, as they say, just words. But these words are not just words. These are my words to you, and they are all I have to tell you that I love you. I am proud of you. I could ask for no greater gifts than you…That I miss you, that I can’t wait to get home to you.
I know you don’t hear these words from me all the time, and these words are words worth hearing. Just know that the tired words, and the frustrated words, and the angry words, and the loud words are just words. And when I say those words, I am still thinking these words. And these words are words to remind you that you are special, that you are wonderful, that you are loved.
I wish I knew all the right words for the right times so I could pass on the wise words and the sound advice. But sometimes I say no words, when any words might help…and sometimes I say wrong words, when no words will ever do. So just know when I forget words or I fail words that I am thinking these words… and these words are words to remind you that I understand, and that I am here for you, and that I would fight for you, and that I would die for you.
Words are, too often, squandered. I say the things I hardly mean, and hardly say the things I mean. But these words are not just words. These words are my words to you…and they are to remind you that I love you. I am proud of you. I could ask for no greater gifts than you. Forget the sad words. Forgive the cuss words. Remember these words instead of those words.
Thanks for coming along for the ride…