When I met you, I didn’t know you. You needed some help, and, you needed someone. And I wanted to help you, and I needed someone too.
Here are a few things I didn’t know about you:
You always sleep with one foot outside the covers. Always.
You have a generous heart, always giving. For example, when the old lady across the street died, you put up this heart, to show we cared about her when she died alone. That’s your heart.
And oddly, you love skeletons. We have a family that lives on our couch.
And oh, you’re wicked smart. Kristin Luce. That’s you.
And though you didn’t grow up on a farm or be around horses, now you’re a horse person. Horsing with your daughter.
You’re political. You have candidates that you support, donate to, really want to win. And you’ll protest. And the fun thing is, you’ll take us with you.
And here’s a strange thing. You have a set of dishes that you love, but you hide them in our closet. You see them as beautiful. They are folk art, painted by a black artist, painting children. But you hide them because someone, who doesn’t know it’s a black artist, might be offended.
And you have secrets.
You are really into the royal family, and here’s your altar. Complete with the heroic but ever-fragile Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
And a really big thing about you is that you’re an excellent photographer. The great eye, and expertise, determination—great photos.
And here is your masterpiece. A self-portrait taken by you, of your heart’s desire.
And because of these things, I know I will always feel joy, as some point during the day.