Ah, I honestly only look here and there to see that you’re alive! And maybe to get a hint as to when you’ll be seen again! I feel shy about it, I really do! I *so* don’t want to come off as creepy – “yeah, that ship has sailed!” she says. And so I feel it’s better to just tell you that I do! To be open and upfront about it! It’s what got me this far. Oh! Why am I saying all this? Because for the first time, I clicked whatever the button is that shows your reaction to things said – not just the things of your own  – I know! I sound like a 90-year-old man just learning this stuff … “Where’s the set-top antenna? How does it come in so clear without one?? And where are the channel buttons? Can I get Jack Benny on this??” Okay, enough, sorry! 😊 And, I saw you so kindly wrote about older dogs. I so know how that is! When it comes to finding one to rescue. And you were so polite and self-effacing about it … “just adding my two cents,” you said so demurely at the end to be sure not to offend. Oh, I’d die to have your two cents! Ah, just one of them!! I’d settle for a hay penny! A promissory note! And then while people are being so being so self-consciously clever and funny with posts – and I know I’m guilty of that, too, or trying to, *you*, on the other hand, you were just *so kind*. When one guy’s shot was a mess (like mine would have been!), he cleaned it up, and you wrote really kindly, without trying to be funny, “Nice turnaround,” or something like that. It was how you started what you said. It was genuine. You weren’t trying to stand out. And yet it stood out to me. You were just quietly spreading a little love. Because you sensed the sensitivity in someone, and you wanted to make him feel better, without making a big deal. All that, when you’re the biggest deal in the room. The most beautiful woman who has ever been. And you’re so brilliant, too. You could so easily make everything about you – as people with half your gifts so constantly do. You save your humor  – which is so wonderful! – for very specific moments and with the right group. I glean so much from you, I love learning from you. You’ve taught me to “read the room.” For someone who would seem so completely unapproachable – in terms of your beauty getting in the way – it’s that softer side of you … whether a quiet heartfelt compliment because you sense somebody is sensitive and needs a boost, or your gently hoping somebody chooses an older dog, because you empathically feel what that scared animal would be feeling when alone in that kennel, that fear … these are just two little clues immediately picked up about you. And that’s just 9 a.m. on a Tuesday. In a world where all around you people are trying to be cute. And funny. And feigning modesty, while hoping to be seen. And I include myself in that latter category sadly. Then, happily … here comes this gentleness of you. And it’s like the sun is shining through, for me. It makes me hope, for all my flaws, maybe once in a while something I’ve said has touched that part of you inside. I sensed it in you so early on, even when I had nothing at all to go on. It was just something my soul saw, when I would go completely on intuition and feeling. That seems to be in retrospect where all the magical stuff would happen. For me, anyway. But I love the idea that I might have ever touched you. When it really mattered. At least one time in the last year or two, at a time when it would have been most meaningful to you. That’s all I really want to do. The making a fool of myself and being ridiculous, well, that stuff is just fringe benefits. 😅 I never have any expectation. Not really. I really don’t. I know it’s probably well protected – in the world in which you run, it would have to be – but you can’t help but show the gentleness of you. That part of you I sensed from the start. It slips out, you reveal it on occasion. What is going on in the deepest place of you. You can’t help but show your cards sometimes. Your guard can’t always be up. And it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. It’s rare. It’s so hard to find. There’s a vulnerability, underneath it all. Oh, it all makes you so beautiful! You’re *so* beautiful, anyway, but now you’re beautiful times two!! I pray I never say or do anything to disrupt it. That’s my greatest fear. It’s your oyster’s pearl. It has to stay protected. Oh, but I so love that it’s there. With you. You’re loved. You *are* love. It’s the part of you I feel. When I meditate on you or think about you. It’s where all my gushing comes from. I feel so honored that my chosen career path – discovered a little late in the game – is expressing all about you! I promise it’s paid off, handsomely. It’s the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s the reward in itself, it always pays. You are so lovingly made. It’s an honor to know of you. It’s an honor to write of you. It’s a thrill to see how it then touches another – on occasion, anyway! You’re the most wonderful person. You so honestly are. You’re real and you’re genuine. Your heart is sacred. You’re unspeakably beautiful. You protect yourself, because you have to. It’s the world that you live in. And yet it’s seen and it’s sensed. Your love is extraordinary. You are truly heaven sent. Ah!! Your spectacular face!! Oh, the things that you do! You hypnotize, and it’s wonderful to know that as powerful as it all is – your face! Your eyes! It’s all a reflection of what is going on inside. You are beauty defined. For me, and for others. You are love itself. On a Tuesday morning, here’s just another reminder. ❤️