This represents my eyes and also the fact that I went to Yosemite this weekend
Not in a bad way at all. I just can’t even get a grip right now. I think this could be because my life is a little bit stressful lately, but it is also probably because I read a book full of other people’s love letters. It struck all the chords in my heart and they haven’t quite stopped vibrating. 
I cried reading about the little girl who won the Google Doodle contest, I cried watching that part of Cool Runnings where the Jamaican bobsled team got nice jerseys, and I cried in a work meeting because my manger had such a positive attitude and it was very inspiring. These are not very good things to cry over, but I didn’t make myself stop because you should always let yourself cry when the opportunity presents itself. Feelings are a skill; if you don’t use ’em, you lose ’em.
I automatically read that first line of your letter to the tune of “I’m in love with a Stripper”, so don’t even worry about that. Your cat is an amazing cat who’s name maybe is Jude. I can’t wait to see him irl! Hopefully his upper respiratory infection will be healed by the time we meet. I loved getting to Skype you and the cat this week. It was especially cute when Jude would crawl all over the keyboard.
This morning I made these pancakes covered in whipped cream and honey. It felt like living abundantly (like you always say we should be doing). Thanks for being my friend. Every time I work out I ask myself, “Does my butt look like Anna’s yet?” I miss you. I love you. Lets have an adventure soon.
Love Always,
Your Bridget
Letters Without Stamps 