I hope that in the end I was able to have shown you love. I have been able to take you out from the mundane, the boring expected life we were never meant to live. That our trajectory was right, that the direction we went through led us to a better destination. One of love and passion. One of giving and forgiving, and one attached to the ability of letting go. But I hope one thing we’ll never let go of, is the understanding that we’re both here, right now, for a chance in a trillion, experiencing this crazy concept called life. And that for a brief moment in time everything makes sense, weather that is “fuck it, in the end nothing really matters” or that maybe we’re exactly where we need to be. Perhaps somewhere stuck between living in the moment and trying to keep that moment from never leaving. Because in the end life is nothing but a bunch of moments. So let’s try to make each moment count...even today, as I ponder about another successful trip around the sun, this moment would mean nothing without all of you who have touched my soul with love 🤍