the art of looking up

My husband is a great looker-upper. I mean that figuratively – he’s irrepressibly optimistic. And literally – the guy loves looking up.

When we first started dating, I realized that I often looked straight ahead, right where I was going. Or worse, I would look down as I made my way through the world. But years in Mike’s company has encouraged me to tip my head back from time to time and notice where treetops meet the sky, the details of a roofline, and birds tracing an invisible swag through the sky.

When I was in New York, I kept sending Mike photos like these. Little love notes about the power of looking up, both figuratively and literally.