Last night Alayna found a letter she had written me on my 35th birthday but had forgotten to give me, and sent me a picture of it. She concludes it thusly. It made me feel a feeling:

Since the real measure of a life is in our friendships with people, animals, and the places we inhabit, I’d say yours is . . . vast. You have ties to so many places in the world simply because you know all about being a friend, like it’s your job if jobs were meant to be about what naturally suits a person’s soul.

:,-)

It’s right there on my business card . . .