William's Twenty First

 Where to even begin? This year of twenty one for you, the baby of the family, seems poignant. Another threshold crossed. As with your siblings, this will be the last of the public birthday letters for you and a poetic rambling of sorts for me. Here's to you and your year of twenty one. May it be full of magic and wonder, and enough. I love you so, William Jared. Happy Born-Day to you!      

candles blown out, wish released into the universe

you are the wish I didn't know I held

a piece of my heart wandering outside

tenderness so deep

harmony and rhythm,

time expanding as is the understanding 

and curiosity

a reaction, intense with passion

burgeoning wanderlust and seeking

always on the precipice, inching closer and 

leaping beyond

loved and adored and held

enough, as you are