05/09/2026
Sentimental post warning. I love you.
I’m not sure if I’m going a bit batty, but we’ve reached a stage in our family where we say this. Quite a lot. We’ve never shied away from these words.
In person. Before bed. On the phone. It’s our parting comment.
“Right, I’ll let you go. Love ya.”
And I can remember one particularly random example that makes me smile.
I was driving past a service station and spotted my dad filling up his car.
As I was passing we clocked each other. Eyes locked, we shouted “LOVE YOU!” With a beaming smile and a little wave!
And carried on our separate ways.
No awkwardness. No embarrassment. No thought or care of who might have heard us.
Just… love you.
And I think I’ve realised recently how much that little habit means.
Because life is fragile.
You genuinely don’t know how much time you’ve got left with the people you love, or how many more times you’ll get to say those words.
This feels particularly poignant following the sudden passing of my brother-in-law last week.
The words haven’t changed.
But they’ve got more weight now.
More sincerity.
Perhaps we should all say the things that matter a little more often.
Even if someone in the next car is wondering what on earth we’re shouting about.
Love you.