I should have written a hundred times, but I didn’t. Instead, I watched you. I watched you blossom and shine. I watched you become inward and anxious. I watched you as I played the news, and promptly stopped the podcast. I watched you see your friends on the screen in front of you, and asked other friends to make Google Hangout dates. I watched you cover yourself and your sister with mud in the warm sun. I watched you put puzzle pieces and Legos and Kiwi Boxes together, in your own world of imagination.
I watched, and I didn’t write. Because I was numb. But the rest of the world picked me up. The amazing community we live in has also watched you. They have fallen in love with you, and so this birthday, I didn’t write to you about all the things I love and will miss and look forward to. This year I leave you with this brief message of purity and truth:
You. Are. Loved.
With a depth you will never know. With a rawness I hope you feel in every breath. With a truth that you are held in such a light because of the very light you shine.
You, Bear, are loved.