When I think of you, all I can do is laugh. Pure joy immediately floods my mind, and your smiling face pops into my head. Your joy is radiating off of your face, always has, always will, and starts flooding my senses with elation, laughter, smiles, memories.
You are pure joy, Precious. I remember being scared of you in junior high. But you're like a Doberman puppy at eight months old. Maybe a bit intimidating on the outside, but pure, goofy joy on the inside, protected by an outside armor of strength.
You used to - do you remember this? - pick me up over your shoulders and swing me around? You would come out of nowhere and before I knew it, I was upside down, swinging around, laughing like I was five, with a love growing and beating inside my chest for you that still beats with the same fervor and thrill so many years later.
Thank you for making me feel protected, loved, and accepted over the years. It's a gift you gave without even probably realizing it, huh? Sometimes those are the best.
Thank you and I love you.