Love. It’s a word that is used often but rarely felt in the depths of our soul. We may feel that about a spouse, child, friend or pet, but do we truly love pizza in the same way that we love our child?
This is a discussion I recently had with a friend of mine when it came to the game of baseball. Can you love it in the same way that you love a family member? My argument is that it’s a different kind of love, a love that is like seeing your best friend again and a love that bonds you to other members of a community, no matter how far apart they live.