A day for the books

She just asked me to drive her. To the mountains. It wasn’t far. Just three hours. There. and three. back again. And I did. Yesterday. We spent hours talking and laughing and praying. And trying to pray.

I took her to mountains. To the heart of her dream. We stumbled out onto a valley laden hill where her heroes live. She got out. I followed. We met Peanut, the dog. And got a tour.

A studio. Hidden. On a reserve. Dwarfed by peaks. Past the last turn-back. Over 5 railroad crossings.

Inside. Beams of heavy wood. Open concept. Mac screens bigger than your wildest dreams. 50lb coffee table books. On collecting art. Design. Low industrial furniture. Schedules. Tokyo. Paris. Milan. And, tucked in the corner, an espresso machine made for a king.

I sit. Wait. Listen. Smile. As her dreams unfold. As she hears. Yes. An open door. A destiny. Beginning.

Congratulations sister B. I’d give up any day for you.  

Yesterday my sister Brittany landed her dream internship with the FYI lab, buried in Spud Valley, where three world-renowned designers create Burton’s Gucci. Aka. The AK line.