14/09/2026
People keep telling us we’re mad.
Here’s the actual list. The house. The car. The school run. The bedrooms they’ve had since the day they were born. Every mate they’ve made. Christmas round the same table. Seeing family on the daily.
Written down like that it reads like we’re burning our life down to chase something daft.
Then last month I carried Hudson up a black beach at ten at night. Sand in everything, absolutely done in. He never asked about his bedroom. Never asked about the house. He asked if we could do it again tomorrow.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
We’re not taking their life off them. We’re taking away the stuff that was stood in front of it.
Send this to the one who says they’d never do it. What’s the thing you’d struggle to let go of?