I’m all about letters. Little love letters hidden in pockets and lunchboxes. Wherever you can sneak one in really. Imagine you put your hand in your pocket and there’s something papery in there. Excitement strikes. You’ve found a R200 note from the last time you wore that jacket. At first that love letter is a bit of a bummer coz it’s not the two hundy you first expected but actually it’s so much better. It’s a note telling you you’re awesome. That’s priceless, right? Somebody loves you and they took the time to write you a note and sneak it into that pocket. It could’ve been on your way out that morning or last week. The point is the thought that went into that cute little love drop. That can put you into a good mood for the rest of the day or even the rest of the week but that cash is gonna be gone in a flash.
Love letters. They’re cool. I used to love writing a good letter back in the day and even spraying it with a little perfume. So cute. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad we can now send each other little letters and they get there immediately as opposed to seven weeks later after being on a ship, an aeroplane and in a van. You might still get blue ticks or the ones that stay grey for the same amount of weeks but they can be immediate if both parties are on that page. You can’t spray the phone screen though. That won’t work. Oh but you can spray the pocket notes. Okay good, I’m keeping it very 1980s over here. Nice. People under 35 are so confused right now. I feel like we’ll be able to send scents through our phones pretty soon though so we’ll be going old school in a new school kinda way and we’ll go full circle.
Anyway, love letters. I thought about how we all show love and affection in different ways and we communicate things differently too. Sometimes people are shouting feelings from rooftops and other times it’s with that sneaky surprise in your pocket but however you do it you must just show it. We all worry about not getting our feelings reciprocated. We worry about getting rejected coz who enjoys that happening to them. But also maybe it’s that whole thing about loving like you’ve never been hurt before or choosing it knowing you might lose it even if only at the very end. It sounds like I’m talking about a romantic kinda love the way this is going but I’m actually just talking love in general. Everyday is Valentine’s Day in my world and I celebrate it hard. And so I thought I’d celebrate love and how much of it I have for my parents and I thought I’d make my column a love letter to them this week.
I hit the jackpot with those two crazy cats. My mummy and daddy are level 1000 amazing and I couldn’t have chosen them any better myself. They are definitely not normal and there could be something very wrong with them. I’ve known this all along. They go walking in the park in their onesies. Mom in her piggy one and Dad in his sheep one. They play hide and seek but with strangers in shops. Told you they were weird. They love my friends like they actually found them first and I’m the secondary friend. I know right? Friend thieves. They will and have always given everything they have away. We’re not material kinda people but they do give as if they’ve got unlimited supplies. They also support me in everything I do and in every decision I make. I can also spend every day of the week with them and we very rarely argue. Like almost never. It’s not because I’ve gagged them. We actually just get along. I drag them to my events and by drag I mean they’re already in the car waiting to accompany me everywhere I go. My family are kind, generous, fun, successful, friendly and just good people.
I’m a bit scared because of how lucky I was in this life, if I’ll get a bad hand in the next. I hope not. Maybe I can take them with to the next one. That’ll be a vibe. I’ve grown up with love and beautiful music. It’s been a life filled with colour, sunshine and sparkles and I cannot be more grateful. I know how lucky I am. I mean they’re obviously luckier. Lols. But tell someone how much you love them today and tell somebody every day. It feels good to say it but it also feels so good to hear it.
So today I say to Margaret and Raymond Allerston, thanks for being my parents and the best parents ever. You’re both completely ridiculous and also absolutely perfect in every way. You can only ever hope to live a life where people are proud of the person you are and that maybe you’ve changed a life for the better. Thanks for being proud of me and changing my life daily. And all I can really hope to do is love hard and be as kind as I can be and maybe I’ll even make a difference to someone’s life out there while I’m here. I hope I’ve inspired you to write someone a love letter today. Whether it’s a sticky note on the fridge, a sneaky one in that lunchbox or whether it’s a text. Give someone butterflies and I hope you get them flying right back into your tummy too. Love is all you need and all you need is love.