Dear Becket,
I am trying to find a way to tell you how much I love you.
There was a night recently when we were traveling, when I was awake all night in our hotel room worrying how I could describe it to you.
My love for you is deeper than the deepest depth, wider than forever, and cannot be described through art or music.
The only thing I can think of that even comes close, is the to tell you to watch for something:
One day,
When you are riding on the bow of a boat on a crystal clear turquoise blue lake, like Higgins Lake, in the late afternoon…
Watch.
Watch for the sunshine on the water.
Watch for the brilliance, the magic, the fire of the sun as it slowly sinks closer and begins to waltz with the breath-taking beauty of the pristine blue.
Watch how the bright golden and amber flashes of light slam dance off the tops of the azure waves and ricochet around the happy faces and bright smiles of the friends you are with.
Feel the coolish breeze in your impossibly messy/curly inherited hair.
Watch.
Watch the sky and the water, and the faces filled with laughter, glistening like God has sewn golden sequins all around you.
Feel.
Feel the warmth, the Joy of that moment. Now multiply it by infinity…
And that begins to come close to how much I love you.
Happy Birthday my dear sweet miraculous bundle of fire.
I wish you a day filled with wonder and a life filled with magic.
Love, Mama
