Growing up the one sentence I heard the most from both my mother and father was – I love you. When we woke up they said it, when we left for school they said it, when we went to a friends house, when we called them on the phone, or just were going outside to play – they said it. Literally I can not even count how many times they would say it to all four of us in one day.

My Mom and I

What happened from this habit was I grew up knowing that if everything else in the world went wrong, there was one thing I could be sure of. I was loved. It brings tears to my eyes really thinking of the gravity of this.

I am loved. It even feels good to type.

There is a sense of peace that comes from those three words.

It’s the same sort of peace I get from God. I know that no matter what I do I am loved. I know that no mater what other huge crazy things are happening in this world, I am loved. I know that even though God has bigger and better things to worry about he cares about my worries, about my prayers. We as humans can not comprehend this. We don’t fully understand how God can be there and care about the things we care about but also care about starving children, people living in dictatorships with no personal freedoms, genocide and beyond. It’s truly amazing.

My parents have made many a mistake in life. Don’t we all. BUT the greatest gift they ever gave me/us was the gift of love and with that love has come forgiveness.

I’d like to think I’ve done less terrible things to my parents or that affected my parents than my brother and sisters [ha – that’s the competitive first born in me speaking] but the truth of the matter is that I am sure I have hurt my parents just the same as my siblings. BUT my parents never bring up anything I did in the past. They forgive me. They love me. They are proud of me.

Yesterday when I saw my 26.2 Reasons Why I Run post the first two people[besides my husband] I shared it with were my dad and my mom. I wanted them to say they were proud of me. They did.

I once asked my parents why they said I love you all the time. I vaguely remember them saying that if something were to happen to me ever, they would want the last words that came out of their mouth to be that they loved me. We would want you to remember that.

Isn’t that awesome?

Even if we were in a fight or they were mad at me. It always ended with an I LOVE YOU.

……so I know…..

no matter what happens in life, no matter who likes or doesn’t like me that I am loved more than I can understand….

…..same goes for God…..

My Brother

I can not understand His love but it’s there and it’s probably even greater than the love of my parents, even though that too makes no sense to me.


This morning my insomniac middle child came running into my room in the 4’s. He jumped into bed, half asleep and wrapped his arms around me. He whispered in my ear – I love you. It is the first time I can remember that he has said it first to me with out prompting.

It was the sweetest I love you anyone has ever said to me….he meant it with his whole being

I am his mom, his only mom forever and ever……amen.


  1. I love these old pictures!

  2. I LOVE this!! thanks for sharing, xo

  3. Its the best I love you ever xx

  4. Awe, that’s so sweet. I’m so glad you feel that way about them saying that. I say it possibly too much to my kids, but maybe there’s no such thing as too much. :)

  5. This is such a sweet post. Thanks for sharing.

  6. My parents were the same way!! I make it a POINT to tell my children and Travis that I love them at least once a day. Usually like 5 times – never gets old. It IS our greatest command!

  7. My family is just like yours. I cried the first time Charlie told me he loved me unprompted.

  8. This post reminds me of the other day when my son was at school. I was tidying up the house and reached down to grab a crumpled paper from under the table. It read: Dear mom, I love you so much. Love, Lukas. My heart swelled reading those words and it swells to know the Father’s love: perfect and beyond my comprehension.

  9. I love you too, Dorothy! So proud to know you – and not just because of all your amazing accomplishments. Thanks for Monday – you made me feel human again after some very humbling days. :) YOU make people feel loved.

  10. That IS so sweet!! Great post!! I love thinking about how much God loves us!! :)

  11. I love this. My family is a BIG “I love you” family too. as a kid my mom and dad said it all the time. AS sisters we say to eachother on EVERY phonecall, on every goodbye-even if it’s just to the store. and in turn, I say it to my kids 1000 times a day! I’m sure they get sick of hearing it, but I don’t care. I love them so much and if there is ONE thing I want them to be sure of in this life, it is that they are loved. thanks for sharing Dorothy!xx

  12. My family and I are the same way. We say I love you as the last line of every conversation before parting ways/leaving/ending a phone call with each other. My boyfriend and his family, however, are the opposite. It’s quite interesting for me to hear that he and his dad shake hands instead of hug, and I’m not sure if they’ve ever said I love you to each other. It makes me really happy to have grown up in the type of “i love you all the time” family. :)

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