I look back and there you are willingly being my backbone, keeping me from falling.

I look front and there you are willingly being my reflection, existing as the other half of me.

I look right and there you are willingly being my right-hand, helping me through rain or shine.

I look left and there you are willingly being my bearer, holding my hand and never letting me go.

I look up and there you are willingly being my hope, assuring me the meaning of a beautifully made life.

I look down and there you are willingly reading this in my arms, “Thank you for being your true-self, I thank you for everything.”