samson just declared you his favorite fruit in the whole world and i feel like that kid always knows what’s best. :)
dear all the sparkling seltzer water,
trying desperately to love you right now since plain water can taste boring and i’ve given up the diet coke.
dear chocolate and churros in spain,
i get to visit you next week but i don’t get to eat you. my timing for this 30 day sugar cleanse could not be more tragic.
dear people who keep potted fiddle leaf-figs alive,
like, how. tell me how. i need to know how to do this.
dear US Open Tennis Tournament,
you’ve become one of our family’s favorite traditions and we’re all counting down the days till you’re here.
dear yellow piano in our current apartment,
i feel such a bond with you even though i don’t know how to play you. maybe it’s because of that one night a few years ago when i stayed up until 4AM painting you yellow. maybe it’s because music was such a large part of my upbringing i can’t imagine not having you nearby for my own babies to enjoy. you might be a bit out of tune and sticky fingers may have left your keys a little disheveled (i’m so sorry), but you better believe i’m finding a way to get you down our 4 flights of apartment stairs and up the 3 flights of stairs into our new apartment.
dear blouses that contain both gingham and ruffles,
i love you.
dear everyone that uses instagram stories as much as i do,
how are you preserving yours? i need a better way to group and store them before they get lost in my camera roll forever.
dear summer that came and went so quickly,
going to enjoy these last few weeks with you around so much. you’ve been an incredible one.
see past little letters HERE.