We love words. Our family discusses, writes, and plays with words. It’s who we are. Talk, quip, read, chatter, confer and utter. We are novices, but words mean something to us. We spell, speak, verbalize thoughts from letters. And occasionally we say what we feel.
On a recent Girls’ trip to the beach we blogged, wrote, and talked for a week about whatever flew across our minds. The last day we stopped at the restaurant at the airport for a last beverage and chips.
We four women, forty- and fifty-something, sat in a booth next to another Girls’ group: sixty- and seventy-something. We typed out last minute emails and text messages to our daughters (twenty- and thirty-somethings), before we boarded the plane while the sixty- and seventy-somethings played a ferocious bout of Scrabble. Between sips and munches, I watched the sixties and seventies quip back and forth and marveled at the difference of how we cherished words. Generations use them differently to say the same thing; connecting to others in whatever way works.
However that works for you, say, “I love…,” to all your generations.