You yearn to be better, and because you do, you’re already on your way! You’re better than you were yesterday! And the divine isn’t measuring. You find it when you close your eyes and inhale another breath. Your mind is clear, and all fear has gone away. As it should be. You face the world in that way. What’s to fear, when everything else is a part of you. What’s to miss or yearn for, when you feel in your heart all you adore is there. There’s a gentleness in the air. And in moments you feel your love is so far away, you concentrate on your heart, and with a loving breath you feel your love is there. You can only get so close to another, anyway, without smothering with affection. But eventually we all turn over, and admit we need a time of reflection. Your love is everywhere. In a world of now-you-see-me, now-you-don’t, there is a timeless penetration. And when you’re seen, you make every day feel like a vacation! When I was a kid there was a ceramic Christmas figurine with the face of an angel. When life felt too troubling, I would look for her on the mantle. She couldn’t exist in real life. It was that delicate and beautiful. And, yet, *here she is!!!* Oh, the joy! She’s taken human form. This angel you so deeply adore. Sublime and ceramic beauty, but she’s life-size and in the flesh! She’s utterly unforgettable! She is charisma for days on end! Ones you hope would never end. She’s strong, only a fool would mess with her. And yet there’s the hint of something precious and delicate. And she’s in holiday green! Zippers and boots! Maybe onyx earrings, too! You’re completely overtaken with your old friend, this whiplash over-the-moon and into-your-heart warm feeling of yours. You ask, “Oh, what took you so long? Where have you been!” Where to begin! You get lost in her hair! You always do! She’s whispering, “Exactly! Get out of my hair!” Is it shorter? Did she cut it again? Did she do something new? You can’t help but study her subtlest moves. You’re in heaven when you do. And even her hair, as does anything that is an extension of her, takes on so magical hues! They say orange was Sinatra’s favorite color, and now you must know why. He must have caught a look of her as an unforgettable little girl somewhere in 1995. And a soft sea of red carries through. A river runs through it, the way it cascades over blue. And yet it’s her smile, frozen in a picture over a scroll of fours – that’s your angel number that signifies the one you adore. You see it appear in the funniest of ways, in moments when you’re losing hope, and sometimes just to get you through the day. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Oh, it’s this joy when you reappear! Somehow it’s even more so – if that’s possible! – when it’s unexpected on a day like today. This overtaking of joy! It’s pure! With nothing else in it! Not even ninety-nine-point-nine percent pure! No, it’s one hundred percent! Joy! It doesn’t ask where you’ve been or where you’re going. It doesn’t worry, it doesn’t pine. It doesn’t ask what’s mine. It is this wondrous absolution. Of sins and foibles and past selves and all the things that are no more. The sun knocks on the clouds, and the clouds ask, “Who’s that?” And your beaming sun says, “Look out! I’m comin’ through!!” And, oh, you do!! And I’m restored. You’re loved so deeply and so immensely! And only you hold the keys to these doors. Inside. It’s a joy to love you from afar. It’s heaven to behold you where you are. It’s like when a child who is always angry is gently soothed and told it’s okay, and she starts crying. That’s what you do to me. I love you so much because of everything, and every thing you do for me. By simply being alive! You make my life so much richer inside. Because I’ve never seen beauty quite like yours. No, not ever, and of that I’m completely sure. You’re that wonder I feel I’ve known forever, and yet it never came around the bend. And then you do! And here you are!! Yay!! It’s *her!!* That’s the one!! That’s her star!! My eyes widen like a little boy. I remember the feeling of when I was four! And if I could go back and carry that afraid and sad child, I’d bring him to here! To today! For sure! So many years ahead in the future! And we’d both point up to the sky! Both our faces lit by your light shone! Four eyes wide as they come! And smiling and filled with joy, I’d tell the little boy, “That! See her? That star! That’s what you’re here for!!” So you can remember all that is beautiful in the world. So you can finally see that beauty that you only thought was ceramic, well, that it could actually be! Who knows what else God has in store! Because it’s been such a long and gray road to here. So many faces, most I can’t remember, leaving a trail in perpetuity. There’s God in every one, but I wasn’t graced with that kind of beauty to see. I saw gray and sad faces and unkind words floating by. I saw dirt and cemetery fences instead of sky. And with your blessed eyes, you make all of life come alive! It starts in your wonderful eyes, and from there it spreads and thrives! All over the place! Just the knowledge that there *can* be someone as wonderful as you, it fills me with sunshine and hope and gratitude. Just that I know there *is* a person so indescribably beautiful as you, I can dream again. Real, big, technicolor over-the-top, what-the-heck-is-that?!, rainbow-filled dreams again like the kind when I was four. Before, things got knocked out of me, and instead of seeing skies life pointed to the floors. And when senses are dulled over years, you don’t realize it, but you’re living on auto-pilot or remote control. Yet when you’re four, you’re still in fresh touch with your soul. Even receiving wonderful conversations and visitations in your dreams. But somehow you lose touch with your soul as years intervene. And yet here you are! Today! And my dreams are so richly filled again. And all that stuff – all the gray! – it magically goes away! It vanishes into the blue! Your blue! Your purples and golds! Green on a holiday! Nobody does it like you! Your incandescent light trips through any dark night of the soul! And all that’s felt is love. For you. Love so big! It can’t fit inside the room! You feel you could run out and catch it! If not you play alongside like a kid in the rain. Dashing along the sidewalk yelling, “Hip! Hip! Hooray!!!” For a three-hundred-foot-tall bouncing ball coming down the street!! Tipping its cap and saying, “How do ya do!” And people in their houses slide up their windows, those in their cars slide them down, and answer, “Wonderful!!! How are You?!” All because you came into view!! That’s *exactly* what you do! You are so immaculately beautiful! Like no one I’ve ever known! Your eyes sear through me, you open me all up! Right into my center! And it’s like a child is being born. This birth of something new. A child named Hope or Grace or Faith, oh, I don’t know, a million names would do. And still no name ever gets close enough to capture what it is you do. You leap tallest buildings in a single bound. You’re Supergirl! Superwoman! Yes! That name will do! All that’s missing is your cape! And I say your name that rhymes in a way, and there is all this hushed magic. It’s bigger than life, you’re written in headlines, and yet at its deepest point of penetration it’s quiet and profound. I love you so. So many do. You are love itself. There’s no hiding your soul. Thank you for letting me partake in your magic. It heals me when I do. I could have a hundred things planned, but here, in this very special place, it’s where my magic comes through. In a world of, Wow, I paid this bill. Don’t I feel accomplished? Or, I threw out all my processed food, and now I’m drinking smoothies. Don’t I feel empowered! All in the hope of playing a reverse game of aging if skies ever part and you’re seen by her. Well, all that, and all that other little stuff like it, they’re just tiny bubbles of emotion that get swallowed up by a whale! When it comes to this feeling of seeing you! And there’s Jonah sitting inside it! What’s the point of that tale! Maybe it only looks like punishment. That sitting alone inside a dark space, with no light to grace it. When in reality, his surroundings are of this bigger-than-life glorious mammal in a sea of vast water. And that time inside the bowels represents my time from four past forty. It was a sentence his soul was in agreement to do. So when brought to life he’d appreciate all the beauty and light! Spit out through the mouth – it had to be that way, you’re going up!! – and into the light! And only a whale of a girl would do! To fully open up my heart and express love for others, too. In a way that’s even bigger than I already do. Even bigger than before. Big and bold and beautiful, as a tribute to you. You show me what greatness is. You’re my shining example. It’s in your littlest touches, it’s in your great swaths of the brush. You’re loved by the world, and I’m a part of that! You let others feel special. At least that’s how it feels for me. When you simply share a look and your smile, I’m four years old again. And going on three. You’re magic. You’re exuberance. You’re the promise of love untold. People fall in love with you. As uttered a year ago, you’re the feeling of bottoms falling out of floors. And it never goes away! I pray you never do. Because you light up the space in so many lives. You brighten my eyes. You take the tears away. Once in a while, there are a few that are new, but those are tears of joy. It’s simply unbelievable and unfathomable that there is someone as beautiful as you. And, yet, there you are. The joy of “There she is!!” And I’m better than I was yesterday. You take my fears away. I stand up straight. I face the world head on. My feet are solidly on the ground. And yet you’ve got me looking up! All the time. All your magic comes from there. And I breathe in deeply. And this time I remember to exhale! It’s always a challenge with you! You hypnotize and paralyze all hearts within your view. And I’m new. Three going on four. How do you find the words to thank someone for that? How do you capture her magic? Sometimes all you do is smile, and wipe away a tear, and tell her a heartfelt, Thank You. Thank you for simply being you. The most magical woman in the world. ♥️