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  • It's something I heard throughout my childhood. It's something I delight in saying to my daughter and my son every day. It's the same thing that was never said to my husband when he was a child. And it's the beautiful string of words I share with my closest, most intimate friends.

    I love you.

    What other words have as much power as these? What other phrase is more craved, desired, savoured?

    A beautiful, beautiful friend said these very words to me yesterday. Over lunch. In a bustling cafe by the river. Moved by my birthday gift, he summoned the most beautiful phrase we have and gave it to me. And it made my heart sing.

    Why don't we say it more? Why don't we relish the opportunity to say these words to our nearest and dearest more regularly?

    Jorja, I love you.

    Cara, I love you.

    Ben, oh how I love you.

    Mum and Granma and Wendy and Paul and Remy and Grandad and Jess and Carly, I love all of you.

    My heart is full of love.
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