Ode to Me

If I cried, I would have when I read this little beauty. Thanks, Momma, for such a wonderful testimonial of sorts. It's about time someone make such an effort to glorify me.

Oh, Daddy.

My best friend is an introspective genius. He has a way of inordinately thinking about things but still maintaining a sane-ness to him that I could never pull off. He is articulate and appreciates grammar and proper spelling like I do. He is a place to set your thoughts, wins-and-woes, and aspirations without judgment. He is blunt, but savvy in giving you his feedback. He has a breezy way of making your day just *that* much more better. He has a heart unmatched by anyone. Giving and helping are his aptitude.

He is beautiful in the way that people envy. His natural charm and charisma are radiant. When he laughs- his entire face tells you that he is captivated and adoring that he has a reason to laugh. His smile is timeless- like that of the famous Frank Sinatra smirk. His eyes are always hiding something; yet they don't beg to be questioned.

He is a dreamer. He has goals hung all over the corners of his brain- and goddammit (!) they are going to be made a reality some day! His visions are born out of a place of hope and desire, but when accomplished they are concrete and unyielding. His spoken thoughts ask you to flirt with them as well; he makes you a dreamer too.

I envy him. I admire him. I am his biggest cheerleader. He has aided me in times of tears. He always has the perfect remedy for whatever one might need. Sometimes it involves pomegranate juice and hug. He has also been my partner in crime in happier times. Yelling at ambulance drivers and claiming that retards are teh suck at pottery comes to mind....I am forever grateful to him. I feel like I could never tell him or thank him enough for his altruism.

I love you.

♥