Today I heard myself describe your pre-LVAD locomotion to my nephew Joey. I said, "Lee charges ahead when he walks; he's restless -- always bursting to get out and do something."
And that, of course, triggers one of our favorite riffs, "What I love about you is..."
I love the charging, restless, playful and benevolent person that you are. You call me to be more bouyant, more playful and more kind -- more awake. Like you.
It's the alchemy of how-you-are combined with the alchemy of how-I-am that is so mysterious and fascinating. It's the chemical reaction -- heavy liquid smoke pouring over the edge of the beeker -- of us. In combination, we have expansion and energy. We are something new, full of hope and promise.
I picture that we're swept forward on a wave of shared experience riding on the private raft of our shared identity -- "us". Sometimes the waves are gentle and lulling and sometimes they threaten to capsize us.
It's taking the time to foresee our destinations that keeps us afloat. It's recalling that we're headed toward moments of awe when it's only your laughter that's making you breathless, and your gratitude -- our gratitude-- is SO BIG that it fills the sky like a flaming sunrise on Furnace Creek Wash.
One of the multitude of things I love about you is--us. Who I get to be next. Who you get to be next. Who WE get to be next.
And that, of course, triggers one of our favorite riffs, "What I love about you is..."
I love the charging, restless, playful and benevolent person that you are. You call me to be more bouyant, more playful and more kind -- more awake. Like you.
It's the alchemy of how-you-are combined with the alchemy of how-I-am that is so mysterious and fascinating. It's the chemical reaction -- heavy liquid smoke pouring over the edge of the beeker -- of us. In combination, we have expansion and energy. We are something new, full of hope and promise.
I picture that we're swept forward on a wave of shared experience riding on the private raft of our shared identity -- "us". Sometimes the waves are gentle and lulling and sometimes they threaten to capsize us.
It's taking the time to foresee our destinations that keeps us afloat. It's recalling that we're headed toward moments of awe when it's only your laughter that's making you breathless, and your gratitude -- our gratitude-- is SO BIG that it fills the sky like a flaming sunrise on Furnace Creek Wash.
One of the multitude of things I love about you is--us. Who I get to be next. Who you get to be next. Who WE get to be next.
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