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I wish I had into I’m glad I did in 2015.
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Dina Honour is an expat. A native of New York City, she lives in Copenhagen, my Favorite City on Earth, with her her diplomat husband and two rowdy boys.
We have almost nothing in common.
And yet.
I know we’d be great friends if we lived near one another. I love Dina’s writing, her honest, unglammed take on life. Even her refreshing assessment of my Favorite City on Earth.
Last month, Dina crafted a post on her site. I asked her if I could re-run it as a Make a Memory post, and I was lucky she said YES! But rather than reproduce it here, I’m going to ask you to click the link below and read it on her site.
Of al the posts she’s written,
she wanted this one to go viral.
Please share it. Her words are the PERFECT expression of Make a Memory. They deserve to be read by the masses.
Click HERE to read Dina Honour’s
In Case of Emergency, Read This.
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The power of spoken words of love seem to diminish with repetition. The power of written words don’t seem to, even after many readings. Yes, we should tell our people (and pets) that we love them, and do it regularly. But I’ve seen my own kids roll their eyes when I say “I love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, Dad. We KNOW!”
Now, I pick my moments, still making sure that they’re not too few and far between. Sometimes, I’ll mutter “I dove you,” just to see if they’re listening. Most often, they are.
I related to your words, Dina, because I’m forever wondering if I tell people they matter. Life is so crazy. I’m guilty of getting caught up, of taking the next time for granted, of not slowing down enough to appreciate the people around me. But like Jim said so eloquently, it matters that we try, that we know how often to try.
They’ll remember. Some day they’ll be sitting around a dinner table with their kids telling them the story of how their Dad used to say “I dove you” to them. And that’s exactly how it should be.
Duh. I replied to both you and Jim above.
So lovely of a reminder. Thank you.
I was grateful Dina let me share it here.
LOVED that post! Thanks for introducing me to Dina’s blog, Andra.
You’re very welcome. You’ll love her.
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