
For now though, I want to swing back to something we talked about earlier, the concept that being loved makes us more beautiful, inside and out. And not just being loved, but knowing we are loved. Because--what is that old saying--if a tree falls in the forest and no one is listening, does it make a sound? This is the same concept:
If we are loved but we don't know it, does it have any effect on us?
If we love others but never tell them, does our love provide any benefit for them?
Spoken love leaves two-way beauty marks. It beautifies both the speaker and the hearer. So why do we not do this more? This is, perhaps, one of the easiest ways to surround ourselves with beauty: by speaking it into existence in the people around us.
So I want to take a moment to show you this in action. Below is a video of the Little Man reading "daddy's book" to his brother. Every night we read this book before bed. Normally, the reading is punctuated by Tiny interjecting the name of the country where the Man is or the boys breaking into fights over who gets to turn the page or just a general "mmmhmm"ing from both boys after a statement that they particularly resonate with that night. This week, Littles decided to start "reading" it himself. A few of the words get skipped. (Apologies on the formatting--I've been trying to get this video up all night.)
2 comments:
love your words today, and that video is exceptionally cute.
Alexis and I read the same book while Juan was gone. I look forward every morning to reading your blog. Always with cup of Joe. Hugs :)
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