15/10/2026
You will never be this age again. Neither will they.
This October my daughter turned 25. We’ve always celebrated our birthdays together, and this year I didn’t want cake and a card. I wanted somewhere that would take our breath away.
It almost didn’t happen. There was always a reason to wait: work, money, the “right” time, next year when things calm down.
Things never calm down. You just get older while you wait.
So we went. Glassy lakes in the Dolomites, fresh air, great food and spa evenings. Cable cars swinging over meadows full of cows with bells on. Getting lost in Verona’s little streets. Standing on the Rialto with the Grand Canal below us, laughing at nothing.
None of it was perfect, and all of it was ours.
Twenty-five years ago I held her for the first time. This year we stood side by side in the mountains. That is the gift I’ll keep.
The older I get, the less I care about what looks impressive and the more I care about how a moment felt. These are the days I’ll remember when I’ve forgotten every email I was worrying about.
If there’s a trip you keep postponing, with your mum, your daughter, your best friend, or just yourself, this is your sign.
Don’t wait until you feel ready. Book the trip and go.
💬 Tell me in the comments: who would you go with? 🤍
📍 Dolomites · Verona · Venice
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