This soft spot, this warm oasis. You could say a million things, but you say little, and what you do say is filled with fun and encouragement and joy. The little things you do are big! Whether singing like a 17-year-old at the top of her lungs, or finding the where the positive exists in a world where entrepreneurs are hurting, you could have substituted with judgments that might have been accurate, but which would have brought down the feeling in another. You help someone else, when knowing he is slipping into angry judgment of his own, to step back, and get back to that place where he loses his self-seriousness, and remembers that a smile is far more powerful than his own petty criticisms. You uplift in that way. You inspire. It’s not enough you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, apparently! You have to go and be so wonderful! You bring out the best in others. And this sought-after peace returns. The lion is a lamb again. Like a boat out on the ocean, like a stream running down a mountain, like snowmobile tracks in the snow, you’re a bastion of good reason. And when you could have made a million choices, you more often choose to joyous, even if it gets you less noticed than the rankling kind. And yet it does get noticed and recorded! Hearts are drawn to you. Tired minds take rest in you. You’re an angel, with a face to prove it! How often men have been so lost in your eyes. Dreaming a smile or a nod was meant for them. You hypnotize. You do it all the time. Even when it’s only the memory of your face on the mind. Even the hazy recollection of you is more powerful than what’s real and standing in the room. The little sparks you leave turn into flames. Always lighting up a way towards someplace brighter. You’re made of stars. I woke up in a foul mood, but thought of you and felt better. Those words are said more often than one would like to admit! But you have a way of making people better. So if today is hard, know tomorrow will be better. You’ll be so happy you are here, you’ll look back affectionately at your times of struggle. You’ve made every day feel like a holiday for another. You’re so special. You’re so easy to love. You’re a friend, you’re a pal. You’re something made of magic, and you humble. You’re a reminder there’s something mystical and mysterious. This umbilical cord made of gossamer string that underlies everything. You, with your heavenly eyes, peeking through the veil. And people are all acting silly again! Over you. You’re healing all the time. You’re the most beautiful girl. You’re a valentine, for those other three hundred sixty-four days of a year. Every day feels a soft step up a ladder, simply because you’ve appeared. You’re loved and you’re treasured. Goodness will always find you. It starts in your heart. You spin it around and it always comes back to you. This precious girl made of stars. ❤️    

Happy weekend! AH!!!! You’re amazing!!!