How are you so lovable? You're like something out of the mists of myth. A unicorn. You shouldn't exist. Not in this cynical human world full of pretense, pretenders and perfect narcissists.
You don't judge. You don't criticize. You help me to forgive myself. To forgive you, too. You help me feel my wings. Remember who I am. Feel beautiful. Shine even amidst what often feels like unbearable darkness. Thanks to you, I can bear it. I can bear anything. Everything. I am stronger because of you. Even as tears trail down my cheeks, I'm happy. Just the idea of you gives me joy, my joy-giver. Your birth date means joy, divine second chances (or, miracles), leadership, light, and positive change. A true harshad number--from the Sanskrit harsa for "joy" and da for "give."
Do you know that I keep your mother in my prayers? I pray for her because she helped bring your light into the world. Into my world. And, forever and a day, I will remain immensely grateful to her. To you. For you.
You make me laugh harder than I have in years--thank you for that, too. And, for letting me talk out a better, brighter future. For imagining it with me. And, for saying, "Yes," when I clumsily asked you a question in an embarrassingly poor attempt at being coy.
You give me purpose. Hope. Clarity. Confidence. And, no end of inspiration for my imagination. You are like a quantum entanglement--where anything is possible, but on a much larger, broader, more muscular scale. You're not who I imagined you'd be. I didn't expect you. And, I didn't see you coming. Yet I knew you existed because, well, I do.
Whatever our future holds, I wanted to capture this moment in time. This feeling. An entirely new sensation. Who we are as human beings is the sum of our experience. You negate my negatives. You charge my positives. I hope to do the same for you. To help you live your best life. Not because you are doing that for me...but because you deserve a cheerleader.
And yes, I'll wear the uniform if you want....