Deeper Love Bears Repeating

I was looking at Lily today, holding onto her foot, and I kept telling her, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” over and over again. Usually when we say something over and over the thing tends to lessen in meaning, or loose meaning completely. For example, when I wrote out my senior class pictures, like you do, after a while my own name took on this bizarre illusive quality until I hardly identified the word with the meaning. Today, however, the more I told Lilly I loved her, the more wrought with meaning it became. With each repetition the feeling sunk deeper and deeper into my chest.