Yes, You



We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. So, all the people you haven’t told you love lately, tell them, and live your days like you mean it.

– Hal Sutton


There is this beautiful story I want to tell you.

About the power of love and the universe and connectedness.

On that terrible day in New York years ago when the towers came down, a friend of mine had her little girl at a day care center in Manhattan.

All was terror and chaos.

The day care center was evacuated and where the children were in the chaos of Manhattan was anyone’s guess.

My friend, searching for her little girl, saw a bus across a street.

In a part of town nowhere near where the day care center had been.

But my friend – somehow she knew her little girl was on that bus.

She could feel it.

So she boarded the bus.

And found her little girl.

Life moves on, of course.

That little girl is now in high school.

And I wonder how often my friend thinks back to that awful day and that amazing experience.

And the power of her love for her child.

So, now on the anniversary of that day, I want to tell you something else.

I love you.

I am going to say it again: I love you.

If you just thought, Wait, what? Is she really talking to me?

The answer is yes, I am talking to you.

I love you, sweetheart.

I mean it!

I love you so much that I’m kissing your face!

I can’t help it!

Okay, okay, I’ll let you get back to your regularly scheduled programming in a minute.

But don’t forget it, okay?

And, if you can be so bold, spread it around a little, why doncha.

Like you mean it.

I promise you will have no regrets.

I love you.


Now go have an amazing day.














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  • Jill Salahub

    This made me cry. I think I really really needed to hear this today, right now. It’s raining here today, gray and wet, and there are sirens, which makes me think of the big shadow anniversary that is today, maybe will always be today, which spins me out into touching every other loss that’s come lately, every hurt that stays tender. I don’t need anyone to tell me everything is going to be okay because I’ve lived long enough to know that’s crap (my last days of my 46th year are winding down), but I do need to be reminded that I am loved, without having to do anything. Thank you. I love you too, Lara.