Love is silly

Love is silly.
If you don’t believe me, you haven’t been shopping for valentines. It’s difficult not to feel silly when buying a card with a cute little bunny, or puppy, or kitty cat expressing your “wuv” for your sweetheart.
“Wuv?”
Do you ever wonder why we talk baby talk to our partners?
The answer is rather simple. How else would you talk to someone you call your baby?
“Babe,” Sonny and Cher sang, “I got you, Babe.”
We all knew what they meant, but did we ever wonder why? Why we call our love interests Babe?
A quick internet search reveals the custom started back in the 17th Century. It doesn’t reveal exactly why, however, except perhaps that babies are considered cute.
That’s as good an explanation as any, but I think it just comes down to the “silly” factor. Face it, nicknames like Babe, Cutie Pie, Sweetie, Honey Bunch, Doll, Bruce (Yep, I know a happily married couple who call each other Bruce) are silly.
But guess what?
That’s a good thing.
See, love is supposed to be silly. It’s the silly that makes it special.
Why would we want to talk in our bedrooms the way we talk in our boardrooms? Our bedrooms are where we go to forget our boardrooms. Our bedrooms are where a healthy helping of silly counteracts a whole day of serious. They’re places where we both get to be as playful as babies. And in some ways, as innocent.
Love, of course, is not without its serious side. A couple must take their love seriously. Too often that love will be the only thing to help them get through life’s serious moments.
But their everyday interactions? The more silly, the better.
The silly fortifies the serious.
The silly builds a bond.
The silly is the secret.
And there’s nothing silly about that.

Ed Ackerman