To both of my dads—the one who gave me life and the one who gave me everything else—I carry your lessons in my bones. I carry your love like armor. I’m who I am because of you. And I’m thankful for that every single day.

No curated playlists. No matching sets. Just breath, gravel, and whatever mood the river’s in that day. Rio Park doesn’t care if I’m tired or torn open. It just lets me show up anyway.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen in love with a city until it starts loving you back. Not in dramatic, fireworks-over-the-river kind of ways, but in the slow, quiet details. In the routines. In the tiny nods of recognition that only come with time.

You don’t just go to my parents’ place. You arrive—heart first, lungs adjusting to air that still remembers what it was like before concrete and deadlines.

It’s strange how absence has a sound. You don’t hear it until it’s deafening—until the familiar background noise of someone’s presence goes quiet and you’re left sitting in the echo.

There’s a kind of magic that lives in the early hours—the kind you have to earn by crawling out of a warm bed before the sun even remembers it has a job to do. It’s quiet here.

There’s something about a phone call with my mom that feels like stepping into an emotional tornado—equal parts chaos, unsolicited life coaching, and a kind of fierce, unshakable love that could probably power a small country if we figured out how to bottle it.

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Today, I am choosing gratitude. Not just the kind that comes in fleeting moments but the kind that settles deep into my bones, grounding me.

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