Worth...

I was thinking about a conversation we had once, or, well, a lot of conversations we’ve had, and it occurred to me that I wanted to write it out a bit more for you. When talking about your past, you’ve told me that there have so often been those who have, for one reason or another, failed to see you beyond your lovely appearance, or, beyond what you could do for them, as though your worth to them was determined solely by those things. You say to me all the time that I see you in a way no one else ever has, and I wonder now if that may be part of why you feel that way?

When I look at you, I do, of course, see a stunning woman. When I think of you, your kindness in all the tiny ways that you make me feel as though I matter and am important and special to you do, naturally, make my heart swell with love and appreciation. The thing is…while those are wonderful, and certainly part of the beauty that draws me to you, my love for you is not, nor has it ever been dependent upon either. You, my sweet girl, are worthy of all the love that I have to give, solely because of who you are, and how you move through this world, with compassion, courage, curiosity, and the deepest capacity for love that I’ve ever known. I would love you across the stars and for all time for that alone. That you are willing to share so much of yourself with me is a blessing atop it. You are worth so much more than what you can do for others, and I hope to spend the rest of my life showing my appreciation for that. I love you, fiercely and dearly, and I will be right here, now and always.