He rarely says “I love you” to me.
Not in those words.
He says it when He comforts me from vanilla-life wounds.
When He says
Here’s what you do….when you need me, call me. Right then, right there. If I can answer, I will. If I can’t, I’ll call you as soon as I am able. Got it?
He may not say the words…but it is woven through every text, every pinch, every bruise, and everything He does to, for and with me.
I love You, Master.