Celebrating my 27th birthday today, I return to one of my most cherished spots.


Tucked away behind my old elementary school stands a tree I’ve come to call my tree. I’ve visited it all my life, sitting beneath its sprawling canopy, cradled between its roots.

I like to imagine all it has seen in its many years. All the kids who have run around it, the couples who felt first pangs of love hugging against its bark, the families of squirrels and birds that have called it home, the snow, the rain, the blazing summer sun…it has been there witnessing life and shares itself with all of us.

I know I’m not the only one who has their tree—the one they always go back to. What’s yours? I’m sure it would love to see you…