Sometimes, when speaking to you, I think I'm speaking to me.
Child of my soul, my surprise and my blessing, you will never know the wonder I see when I view your face.
So much like me, yet words apart. You speak in words I don't comprehend, yet I bow to your brilliance in humble resurrection.
You made me new. My sweet surprise, you filled me with terror when I found you were within me because I knew that I must do right by you in every way and didn't know if I was up to the strength I must have for you. You deserved the best and I had to be that.
Constantly amazing are the only words for you, so strange yet so familiar. We battled, we fought to the death of ego, each of us pounding the walls of the other. Your face made me stunned, so beautiful you made my eyes hurt.
Your mind so brilliant and razor sharp. You excel at everything you do and I can't comprehend your achievements but I always knew they were within you.
Sending you away so many times was the best I could do for you. You thought I didn't love you but I loved you so much that I knew this damaged woman wasn't what you needed. You deserved so much more. And those separations worked and made you and me whole with each other.
I am so proud of you, my dream, my soul. Your passion unmatched, your brilliance so bright that the stars disappear in your presence. The world will one day know the gift that you bring to it.
You are a blessing and the soul of me.
I love you beyond belief Kyle.
Happy Birthday honey.