You are a pinprick of light in the canvas of the universe, and the light of a hundred suns shines through.
You are the swell at the apex of the symphony that carries away people's hearts and makes the tears come up in the corners of their eyes.
You are the wind that blows past my ears on the swings, the rush of joy from movement and momentum that makes a grown woman giggle.
You are the sleepy sunrise and the dead-tired sunset of my everyday.
You are the most You that anyone could ever be, because you don't know how to be anyone else, and so being with you is like being with a river, swelling its banks in the spring.
How lucky I am to walk along your shores, to observe and celebrate all that you are.