I made magic. I -- imperfect, ordinary, often unhappy, kind of chaotic, half-glass-empty-me. I created it and grew it and brought it forth into the universe. I made a little spark of the very thing I wasn't sure truly existed. It came into the world with you, a golden glow.
You are curiosity, charisma, kindness, generosity, and wild and wonderful wit in one dynamic little package.
You find fascinating things because you're always looking and you're able to see the wonder in the ordinary. Your personality fills rooms. You seek out the separate and draw them in, allowing for an understanding exit if your attempts at connection don't work out. You are confident and brave. You see the best in others, always.
If something bad happens to you, your first reaction is to celebrate that it didn't happen to someone less equipped to deal with it.
You love freely, help generously, joke easily, approach boldly.
You are everything I want to be and everything I wish everyone else was.
You are a gift from the universe, a daily reminder to me that everything I want in the world exists under my roof. You really are magic, the very best kind.
I like you, I love you, and I'll always protect you,