Best Day Ever

I used to think that my 'best day ever' would be one perfect day that stood apart from every other day. But after saying it so much this year, I've learned it's not like that at all. The 'best day ever' isn't one flawless day that rises above every other. The best day ever is every day spent with people who breathe life with the same depth you hold for living it.

My realization of truth. It lives in the 'don't think twice about it' moments, quietly shaping a fulfilled life that makes us feel alive. The way a conversation can shift without words. Laughing so hard it makes your stomach hurt. Looking at them, just to see they're already looking at you. These are the gestures and feelings that seem too simple to matter, and yet they matter more than we know. They are the heartbeat of living, the pulse of connection. We live in quiet moments where the silence feels like a conversation formed from presence.

Measuring the value of a day by achievements or the image of success is why people never feel like they have enough. These moments are exciting, but they're fleeting. They push you forward, restless for the next thing. I think back to placing in the top 10 at my last power tumbling nationals. On paper, it was a hell of an achievement, an undeniable success. But when I reflect on that experience, my score and my placement weren't what made it one of the best days ever. The result mattered far less than what that day revealed about what truly matters. My memory goes straight to hugging my coach. Walking back to the stands and seeing my entire team and my parents there, celebrating and crying with me while I grieved that final chapter in the sport. They gave my tears resonance and gave that day a depth that no milestone could ever replicate.

Maybe that's the secret. The ones who see you and understand you. Intentional acts. Reciprocated invitations. Shared laughter. They are the center of our lives, quietly holding everything else in orbit.

I'll see you as the sun in my solar system.