The other day while riding with my daughter, Kateley, I heard the sweet voice of Luke Everett, my three year old grandson, and then my daughter’s laugh.
She glanced over and me and told me what he had said.
“I love you big much, Momma.”
Then, seconds later, “I love Jamma big much,too”
I looked back at him and said, “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Yeth,”he said, without the “s”.
Isn’t that the simplest truth?
Before we know it, he’ll start saying “so much” or “very much” as his grammar improves but the simple,beautiful meaning of “big much” is what I’ll hold on to.
“Big” isn’t small, isn’t confined,isn’t limited. It goes higher and deeper, it’s strong, it’s tough,it’s more of everything.
When I think of “big,” I think of Texas- how vast and varied this state is, bordering the ocean, touching state lines, boating rivers,lakes,mountains and rugged terrain as well as well-manicured lawns and a diverse culture…so much in one state just like love.
Big Much Love is far- reaching, unconditional, exceptional and real.
It’s a brown eyed little boy with a mischievous grin and long sandy blonde hair.
It’s Luke Everett.
And it’s how we all should be.
Loved and loving.
10 05 a.m 5-14-19