I love that you always leave something behind. Like a hurricane, you leave traces of your presence everywhere you go.

You’re absolutely wild, making moves at such a high speed that sometimes all that’s left of your path is disaster.

You’re intense, always giving me a safe space to be just as angry, and have feelings just as big.

But

When your surroundings turned to rubble around you, you chose to stay. I watched as new life started to grow. And when the storm raged up inside and tore that growth from the roots up, you started again.

Your resiliency, your ability to still be kind in a harsh world, your strength when you could have been weak, inspires me.

A torrent of circumstances within and beyond your control, with a center of calm so palpable it has put my mind and heart to rest over and over.

It’s a joy to know you, to love you.

You are real, you are good.

Through the storm, during the rebuild, and into the slow and steady rebirth, I will be here patiently, gratefully.

Reminding you,

You are worth it.