Time Capsule Chronicles

Dispatch From 2037

Rylee's time traveling helmet.

Dear Rylee,

Today you turn 18 years old!

I hope you fall in love with being alive.

I hope you pick flowers and read books and understand that life is so much more than others’ expectations of you.

I hope you fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at 1 am, the glistening of the stars, and the colors of the sun as it rises.

I hope you feel loved.

Rylee riding free on her horse.

I hope you have the best of friends, and I even hope you get in trouble together.

I hope you make fun memories and take too many pictures and scream at the top of your lungs on roller coasters.

I hope you swim in the depths of the oceans, visit many lands and feel the dirt underneath your fingers when you climb mountains.

I hope you know the joys of genuine laughter, and I hope you know the difference between wisdom and test scores.

I hope you understand that you can be anything you want to be, but you have to work hard to get it.

I hope you do more than sit around and complain about the things that could change — because I hope you are the change.

Rylee's dog is not afraid of anything.

I hope you journal and write everything down, and I hope you learn how to skateboard. And eat your fruits and vegetables.

I hope you treat your body well and respect your reputation.

But I also hope you have fun. In fact, I hope you have unapologetic fun.

I hope you fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose.

I hope I am around to watch you grow, but if I’m not, know that I’m around somewhere cheering you on, without judgment, full of love.

Because my dearest Rylee,

I hope you fall in love with being alive!

Rylee's time travelling machine.

Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.

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