My family was one that always said how much we loved each other. We were very open with our emotions and so it didn't matter what we were doing, where we were going, or how long we'd be gone, we always ended a conversation with "I love you". Some of my friends thought it was weird, but it was our thing and we never missed a day. Even if you were mad at each other, you never went to bed or left the house without saying you love4d the other person. It was a nice little habit and most of my childhood memories were filled with that love that we spoke of to each other.