dear mr. a, you plan last minute bonfire dinners for the family on random thursday nights. between this and surfing at sunset, my heart can't help but pitter-patter. thanks for keeping even the most normal days spectacular. dear saturday, you keep me grateful for mellow mornings at home & afternoon tea with new friends. i cherish you. dear birdhouse, even though we regularly wish for garages & backyards, your walls encapsulate so much love everyday. we love coming home to you more than we'll ever admit. dear 50%-off-easter-candy, damn you & your amazing prices. my will power loses every. single. time.