I was talking to a friend of mine the other day--a woman in her early 80s--who told me that when it came to their children, her husband had always been "stingy in love." This, of course, is her take on things, although knowing her as I do, I suspect she's probably right.
I've been turning that phrase "stingy in love" over and over in my head since then and feeling the sadness of it. Of all the things in this world to be stingy with! It's just so unnecessary to withhold the very thing that can make anything and everything feel more worthwhile.
What a waste.