She is radiant. Glowing. Beautiful. Positive. Faithful. Loving. Thoughtful. Giving. Humble. Maybe a little more decisive? Perhaps a little clearer on her wants? Certainly more sure of her self.
And I love her, A LOT.
I think we were 12 or 13 when we really started to become friends. There were two twin beds in the back bedroom. Mine was against the wall with the windows. Hers, cat-a-corner, along the adjoining wall. At night she might climb into my bed and we would talk; dream about the future.
She's private. Always has been. Won't always tell you about her dreams and premonitions and inner most fears and hurts. But she prays a lot. It's between her and God. I think that's alright.
Recently, I feel like she is sparkling from the inside out. So I just wanted to take some time to acknowledge her sparkle.