you’re a firework
Lately I find myself repeating the same advice to anyone in their early twenties: Start traditions with your friends. Traditions you adhere to year after year, no matter what.
music saves your mortal soul
some days, the only thing i really understand is music. loud, pulsating, irreverent rock and roll tearing through my internal solar system.
exactly as you are.
happy 8th birthday hunter, your journal entry yesterday read, “tomorrow is my birthday. i feel taller already.” and this morning, sure enough, you were. before my very eyes, in what feels like a single breath, you became big. a certifiable kid. a person who every day needs me less. a boy with unlimited ideas and…