Dear My Birkenstocks,

Every spring, I wonder how I made it through the entire winter season without you.

I've missed you: your open, airy comfort... the way you feel so velvet-soft after I've had a few drinks... and of course, your awesome hippie style.

But don't worry, buddies. We have 6 months of nothing but peace, love and awesomenisity stretching out ahead of us.

Love,
Hannah