Atlantic published this letter John Steinbeck wrote about falling in love, and it stuck with me for years. So much wisdom in such a short letter. I've never read a book that's just a collection of letters, but this book might be the perfect place to start.
And don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens -- The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
I turned 26 two week ago. My birthday fell on a Sunday this year. I took Friday off work.
Early morning on Friday Alex and I got coffee and donuts and headed off to Desolation Wilderness for the weekend. The view from our campsite to Lower Velma Lake was breathtaking. I literally cried happy tears when I saw it.
We came back on Sunday, sunburnt and dirty, and I had a drawing of Moos and Tig and a merengue torta waiting for me. All in all, it was a perfect day.
I'm going to skip tallying up last year, because I just don't know what to say.
26 years and 13 days later, it's still strange to me how life can be so sweet and so heartbreaking at the same time. I'm truly grateful for my fun life. Grateful for clean sheets, donuts, alpine lakes. Grateful that I still get to learn lots at my job, and grateful to be working for a mission I believe in.
And forever and always, I'm grateful for Moos and Tig and their stinky cat breath. :)