My heart… and maybe snacks.
Because honestly, you can’t pour love from an empty cup —
and you definitely can’t give good hugs when you’re hangry.
Carry your heart like it’s a compass, pointing you to joy in the smallest, messiest moments.
The smell of rain on hot pavement.
That stranger who waved at you for no reason.
Your best friend’s laugh when they can’t stop snorting.
Life’s treasures rarely come wrapped neatly — they’re scattered like wildflowers, and your heart is the basket you gather them in.

Love, Stefanie Anna