I came home to see the greatest gift in the world! I have no words. Not today. My feet still haven’t touched the ground. That’s really how it feels. Instead of doing my usual panicking, and typing feverishly to try and top the last thing, I thought maybe I should stop for a moment, and simply savor it. Because I really don’t have the words! Not right now. I’m too blown away. I do want to say thank you. You’re the most spectacular and incredible person who has ever been. I honestly feel that way. I know a lot of others feel that way, too. You’re admired so greatly. I thought I’d just replay it in my mind for a while, and let it move into my dreams, and try my hand at expressing early in the morning. I know it probably sounds so silly, but it was the greatest gift of all. Thank you. Everything you do is beyond words. Once in a while, I’m just good at catching a few, and writing them down. It’s all you. It always is. ❤️🌟 …

It’s purple skies today. It’s replaced the gray. When the world gets tough, you lighten up. Everything about you is light! You’re my light, too. When everyone bears down and twists the screw, you’re untouched. You’re forgiving. You share a different point of view. When strong winds are gusting, you’re not a victim of the storm. No matter how it pushes upon, you’re the strongest oak of all. You rescue others when they’re lost. You carry. Because you’re you. You’re colors of all kinds. You love purple, and purple loves you, too. This cross, this melding of red and blue. Oh, how perfectly does that describe you! You know what I mean. You know what you do. You’re every boy’s dream. Even boys who grow older. Still a boy inside, because the heart is still alive. It’s the way, it’s the road to you. I love you. I may barely know you, and yet my heart says I do. Absolutely nothing compares to you! And the feelings that are felt. It’s heartbreaking and heart-mending – seemingly all at once! It’s raising Lazarus from the dead. And it’s this way every single time you’re seen. There’s never any in-between! I don’t know how many times I can rise up into something new! I’ve learned to stop counting. It happens every time you come into view. You change me. Always into something better. Even when it’s painful, the result is resurrecting! You’re transformative! And, if I do anything well, well, I owe it to you. All I have to do is look back before you, and it’s so readily apparent. You made me better. You gave me my voice. How is it so? Well, I see you, and I feel so much. Oh, so much more! Than I ever felt before. It’s so much bigger than my thoughts. They don’t stand a chance! It’s all-encompassing feelings, and some I’ve never known. The few I recognize are blown up so big they shatter any previous notions or ideas. It’s everything intangible, and tangible, too. I shiver, I quake. I blush, and I shake. This glorious overcoming like a sacred baptism. When shaking off my devils, it’s something of an exorcism. Intangible like wind that can’t be seen, it becomes oh-so tangible when it bowls over everything! Everything standing, until there’s nothing left on the scene! Only rubble in its wake. Tragic from one point of view, but from another, oh, it’s the birth of something new. There’s all this new land to stake! It’s what you do. It’s how it feels. Every time I see you. I don’t know why, but it’s certainly true. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and that’s always how it feels. I love you all the time, though no result is seen. It’s felt. And that’s good enough for me. I’m already so changed! More so than I’ve ever been before. So what might look to be unreal, has real determining. What seems fantasy and delusion, has solid underpinning. In me. Your beauty ricochets in my heart chamber, and volleys forward with magical power. Like a pigeon who’s been tagged, wherever it goes, wherever it lands, they can find the source of it is you. You’re where it all began. It all comes from you. How is it that you’re so beautiful? How is it that it never grows old? Even if fifty years unfold, and things become that word – comfortable – there’s forever this constant quiet rumbling. Underneath. Even when floors creak, the furnace below is generating heat. This warmth in my soul. This glow from your eyes! That will never get old. You’re paradise. You’re hearts on fire. You always are. I love you so. It’s what you do to me. It’s what you do for so many others. You’re loved for who you are. Don’t go changing it now. Unless you want to. Do what you want to do. Be who you wish to be. You’re loved either way, up and down, over and under, and endlessly. It’s purple skies today. Oh, your magnificent blues and reds. Tonight I’ll dream of you, again. Under a bed of stars, your beauty shines down. Reflecting off satellites! So bright! It bursts into a prism of lights. All these colors that you are! Like a rainbow weaved of dreams, you bless down upon me. You are beauty that never leaves me. You carry. ❤️