i love you

I grew up in a house where we never said “I love you.” 

I remember sitting in a chair at the therapist’s office, sometime in my late twenties, telling her that my father has never told me that he loves me. I know that both of my parents love me, it’s just not something that they’ve ever said...and a lot of people find that odd.

Recently, interaction with my mom has been limited to the phone. Once a day I will call her and she gives me the update on my brother. Before she goes, she says” I love you” and I say “I love you too.”

I like the way that sounds.