You’re covered on all sides. When contained in a room, you’re all about. You’re touching hearts and you don’t even know it. Such funny times, you make them seem okay. It’s been a funny road to get to here! There’s a lot of funny, actually, through all the blue. You’re just the most beautiful thing! I feel so glad. You’ve got so much to do. We’re all passing through. Like the countless billions before us have had to do. They all ended up somewhere. And you’re right here. Today! When everything is stinky and stuffy, and you’re sure you’re not attractive, oh, but you are!! Take it from me! You’re a star. It’s not dependent on what you’re doing or not doing. It’s who you are. You carry it with you. There’s no separating the star from you. It’s not dependent on a look, or whether you’re seen at all. It’s this magic about you! You’re the feeling after the concert! You’ve left the stage but you’re all in the air! You turn gray hair brown again! Well, you! And a little help from Just for Men! But you go beyond the vanity of an aging man. You touch the heart so deep inside of him. You turn Tony Soprano into a teddy bear. You’re Beyonce without a word telling Jay-Z, just *one* slip and you’re history. You’re the best of gentleness and strength combined in one. And here’s another week coming into view. They say this one will be worse than the last one. And don’t even ask about the one coming after! And yet you’re calm. You’ve seen it all before. That’s your vibe. You’re untouched, like that skateboard and Marty McFly. I love the Irish in you. You’re spirits flying free! You’re a walk on the beach at sunset. You’re hayrides on Halloween. And always some guy with that look in his eyes. Wishing on a star to simply hold your hand. You’re the most beautiful woman who’s ever been. You’re a reminder to breathe when overtaken, by the sight of you. This kind of cherub beauty as if you dance with the angels while cleaning your space. And it’s hard to separate the part of you that is spirit and the part of you that is here in the now. That part of you. The art of you. You can bring a tear to the eyes, simply by bringing you to mind. Your hair like ember, you smolder. And your piercing, and yet soulful, eyes. I don’t know how eyes can be both of those things. It’s rare they’re even one. You’re the best of everything. Where someone is blessed to get one gift, you get two. And you give it away. You’re the gift who gives. It’s heaven to see you. The rooms would feel empty without you. The sound of your voice. It’s like that old trademark, His Master’s Voice! And the gentle dog quizzically turning his head when your voice comes through the megaphone. I turn my head, too. Everything about you is wonder. I’m filled with it because of you. And I watched “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” again because I mentioned it in a recent post to you. What made his character special was he had childlike wonder, in a world where sarcasm and being ‘above-it-all’ rules. You have more wonder in you than can be contained in the moon and the stars. You bring good things to life. Like GE used to say. Former parent company of NBC and RCA. Well, why would I mention that? That’s not romantic at all! But you’re proud like a peacock. You’re must-see-TV. You’re “TALENT” written in caps and underlined on a production sheet. It’s inseparable from your name. Your name is the most beautiful sound in the world. It fits you. You’re immeasurably important, and yet you could walk away, and you’d still shine as bright. You’re the star. It follows you. It’s not the other way around. You’re dynamite. You surround yourself with people who love you, and the rest will take care of itself. If you ever need a hug, it’s what these arms were made to do. Since they can’t do that, luckily they have fingers on the end of them, to write about you. There’s always something to do. When you’re tired and afraid, you know deep down you’re being carried. By something bigger, and all that extends from it. All the way down to gushing guys who think the warmest thoughts of you. You’re covered on all sides. You’re paradise, even on days you don’t know it. There’s a softness and a breeze. The window left open, and the gentle crashing of the waves. You hear a seagull and you close your eyes. This mystical smile washes over your eyes, your lips so perfect. There’s that look. It’s the one that changed my life. And you feel a gentle touch move across your forehead and through your beautiful hair. And the softness of a kiss. You’re all about the room. Deep in relaxation, you’re floating outside your body now. It’s no surprise. You always are. It’s how you got in here. In my heart, and I presume a million others. You’re so much bigger than all that’s going on. You’re above the storm. You’re always flying somewhere. When not on planes, you’re racking up frequent flier miles in heaven. You’re heaven on earth. There’s no worry over going home because you’re already here. “The kingdom of heaven is spread upon the earth, … but man does not see.” I see. You’re timeless beauty. You make a sinner feel a saint. In your secret garden filled with beautiful plants, each so alive because of your gentle touch. You speak to them and they speak to you. An animal so loved, picked from heaven for you. So he could know how it feels to be so fully loved. You’re touching souls all the time. They’re sent to you to be restored. And there’s a line outside your door. Like that final scene of Field of Dreams. Headlights that go on for miles. Souls traveling, they know not towards what. But they go, to soothe something in their heart that is broken. You’re the field. You’re the diamond. You’re holly, and a sweetheart that rhymes with holly, when said in a nickname. You heal old wounds. It’s the sight of you. You’re a river that always runs. The reach of you is endless. Where does your river begin? And where does it end? It’s like when the scholar tries to decide when time began. And a child asks, “Well, what came before that?” What never began can never end. The wisdom of a child. It’s a celestial circle. Nothing ever really goes away. It’s something outside of time and space. And yet it’s holding us all together. When contained in a room, you’re all about. You’re touching hearts and you don’t even know it. And yet you do. You’re flying all about. You make others better. Just by being you. I love you. It’s okay to say so. I’m one of many. We’re all shoots from a heavenly plant in your sky. You’re covered on all sides. And nothing makes us happier than when you smile. That smile of yours. Oh, that look in your eyes! ❤️