Some people just ooze sweetness. When they talk to you their sentences always begin with “honey”, might end with “sweetie”, and usually have a nickname for everyone else. I wouldn’t say I fall into that category, but I’m somewhere between semi-sweet and a might sugary.
For instance, my husband and I call each other “Boo”. He’s my “Boo” and I am his! With Grandchildren it started out with “Love Bug” and sometimes “Honey Bun”, “Butter Cup”, and anything else that pops into my mind. I fondly remember my Grandma calling me “Darling”. When I consulted Webster, I found that darling means: dear, dearest, love, sweetheart and beloved. Darling is pretty all encompassing. It’s sort of an old-fashioned term of endearment, one which still makes me feel warm and special.
Truthfully, it probably doesn’t matter which affectionate name you use. All that really counts is the way you say it; your tone and inflection, and most importantly, the crinkle in your eyes as your heart smiles at the object of your love.
Take note of your name for the one you love; whether it’s “honey”, “lovey”, or “baby cakes”. What’s in a name?
“That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.”