For day after day after day after day, they would tell me that there was something different about  me. They would continue without words, and simply want to be with me. Half of them were tentative, but others dove right in. I suppose that I never really understood what was said and meant by any of that, until these days.

You danced with me in the rain. That’s markedly different than everyone else in the last twenty years.

So no, I don’t get it all, but I do know that you make this place different, because you are. You make this place home, because you’re family. You remind me of who I am every day, because God is so undoubtedly good.

You’re proof again that Heaven is always breaking through.

I love you.

…because love wins.