i don't know what will fill your days and months and minutes. your blank notebook pages and hurts and conversations over coffee and unexpected intrusions of beauty. i don't yet know the names of your heart, the roads i will roam, the offerings you will deliver at my doorstep, the mistakes that will be made, the things to be lost and found.
and i'm not one for big public declarations of elaborate and detailed plans. or grand self improvement resolutions, as if my life is a problem that needs constant fixing.
but i do know this. i know that i'm glad you are here. and whatever you decide to bring i'm here, devoted to the loving and learning.