Twenty-four years of April 10ths reveal a curious pattern. Some days arrived heavy with frustration, like 2002's sarcasm-soaked sleepless night or 2008's weather-ruined plans and empty fridge. Others burst with adventure planning, whether mapping 50 miles to Idaho in 2005 or coordinating a packed race weekend in 2009.
The mid-years brought moments of pure presence. 2011's dawn in Riggins captured the simple joy of bike maintenance accompanied by fishing sounds. 2012 found fatigue mixing with wonder at sunrise, while 2013 documented pushing past collapse during interval training. 2014's performance review confusion perfectly captured feeling simultaneously adequate and insufficient.
Later years shifted toward companionship. 2018's hide-and-seek photography with Mo and 2022's bighorn sheep sunrise in Valley of Fire celebrated shared outdoor moments. 2024's meditation on conformity versus freedom wrestled with societal expectations, while 2025's birthday morning revealed the profound gift of being truly understood.
April 10th seems equally comfortable hosting struggle and celebration, solitary endurance and grateful connection. Maybe that's the point... showing up consistently, whatever the weather brings.