You appear! You’ve been gone so long. And it’s like the sun is shining through. It’s like the sun is *you!* Oh, it feels that way. It all comes from you. It originates in your eyes. Your smile. Your brilliance in every way. In a dress that has special meaning, you positively radiate! You amplify! You captivate! Your voice stays on the mind. It’s the quality of it! It’s like no other sound I have ever heard before. It’s this voice that comes from you! From lucky air that gets to land in your lungs, and you push it blessedly outside. Back up from within the warmth of you, and out of your mouth, it is magic that can’t be seen or touched. It is heard and it’s felt. That which can’t be touched, touches so deeply inside. Oh, you’re so special, I wish I had the words. You have this way about you. After a long, long year, you’re the promise of something new. Shaking off the shackles of whatever came before, you’re so glorious with your mystery. And your beauty! Your allure. It’s been so long since your sun has shone. At least over here. And here you are. There you are!! Again!! Lighting up a heart. As if no time has passed. People can get themselves into trouble! Oh, just simply to be noticed by you! It’s like that Starliner flight that closed out the year. The hopeful one thrusts from the launchpad! Rocketing into space with unbridled excitement! And the next scene is that of a sad parachute floating back down to earth, having missed your orbit. Oh, but it was so worth the trip!! Because your star is up there! And maybe that hopeful one got close enough to receive a look from you. Your star winking down. Oh, the things that you do! Even when there’s no reason to hope. When every dearest illusion has fallen through, and all that is left is cold reality, the bird sings even though he has no reason to. What better thing is there to do? Than to sing the praises of you. When the eyes do a quick search over all of humanity, even when you’re missing, it’s all about the one who was there. She was in that chair! She’s still in the air! She’s all about the room. You are magic. Perhaps it’s a little tragic, but people fall in love with you. Even if it makes little sense, worlds are still upended. Anyway! You’re the flowers in the field. You’re the big show. You’re the main event! Always, always so. You’re alluring. You appeal. To the deepest places in a heart. Even when the field is covered in late December snow, and the flowers are no more. You’re remembered so fondly. Until you return again. It’s just the way it goes. Even when there’s no reason to believe. It goes on in disbelief! Oh, the way you soar! You’re Cadillacs and diamond rings. The kind Liz Taylor might have worn. You are wedding bells and symphonies. Even if for someone else it’s happening. There is no one like you. You’re so beautiful, it goes beyond the most celebrated painting. You’re an interactive experience! Of nerves tingling, and breaths getting shorter. Perspiring! And hot flashes, and butterflies in stomachs. Of a kind of deep yearning that can’t be described, and simultaneously coupled with an experience of heaven inside. Of a soul letting go. After short paralyzing breaths, a long redemptive sigh. All because it’s you. And nobody else will do. The things you do to me! This all-expansive topsy-turvy breathless symphony! You are so precious. You truly are a treasure. Someone to hold so tenderly and dear. For all the exhilaration, you cleanse me of my fear. You clean me out, you set me straight. You set me solidly afoot, and yet I’m walking on air! You appeared today. It’s felt so long. And time goes away. There are gold and orange hues all about your space today. Like your star gently touched upon the ground, and your beauty fills the place. Staggeringly so! It’s so much bigger than me-seeing-you and her-seeing-him. All the endless interactions of people coming and going, each on their own adventures. It would be like trying to hide a comet by covering its tail. Or putting a blanket over a supernova to block out the air. You turn up the temperature to a thousand and two! Your golden hues fill every darkest place. Oh! How you radiate!! You are beauty indescribable, so I pray that this will do. Tired and hardly awake after a night of dreaming of you. On some sort of worldwide exchanging of joy, a guy who is normally there made a joke about my name – in a kindhearted way – and then this startled realization of ‘oh! were we on air?’ And you covered your face. I don’t know what the dream means, except this aching to know if words find their way to you. And none of this begins to get close to the beauty of you. You are so wonderful and special. The most treasured of all. Always so. I hope you never doubt that! You save a heart and give one hope, even when your mind is somewhere else. I hope your thoughts are only ones of beauty. If I could think your thoughts for you, you would always know it surely! You touch me so gently, even if it’s not your goal. My world is forever changed, because I’ve seen the beauty this world can hold. You are purest light shining so brightly through. Untouched by sadness and regret, you can’t be sullied by any lower thought. Certainly not for long! Because it’s your light. Your essence. You are so staggeringly powerful. You are immaculate! It arrives from the core of you. Nothing can ever touch you that isn’t made of love. Your love. It’s saved me today. As it has so many days. It’s something you do with ease, without your even trying. “Look, Ma! No hands!” she says. Oh, your confidence as you cycle through! This beaming girl! Shining through the most beautiful woman in the world. Saving hearts and making dreams. You are pure wonder. Your intellect is fire. And your heart is shining through. It’s simply what you do. It comes natural to you. On behalf of all these others, their message they hope to get through is “I love you.” That is always the message to you. No matter the day, you are always new. Put simply, if it will suffice: Thank you for being you. Wishing the most glorious, and a so-wonderfully blessed, New Year to you. ❤️