Love is silly, as it should be

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?
Well, 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.
A few years ago, as Valentine’s Day neared, a student wrote a beautiful essay dedicated to his “BAE.” I thought it was a typo. But he corrected me. “BAE,” he said, stands for Before All Else. I like that, even though it sounds a bit serious, and therefore contradicts my “silly” theory.
But love, of course, is not without its serious side. Often love is the only thing to help us get through life’s serious moments. There’s nothing silly about that.
But as far as everyday interactions? I say the more silly, the better.
The silly makes it fun. The silly builds the bond. The silly heals the wounds.
The silly, when all is said and done, is the secret.

Ed Ackerman