He is like a gentle brook flowing free,
and strong and robust at the same time.
When he was a little boy, I gave him some money to buy something at one of the neighborhood garage sales. He came home with a figurine of a cottage and said it was for me. I wonder if he knows I kept it all these years?
Is there someone in your life that lets you be you, and who makes your day a little bit brighter just by being in it?