For My Heart, My Love, My Life. Happy Birthday, Scott. Thank you for always catching me.
Remember when you were a child and you would throw your arms out and spin wildly in circles? If you didn’t set your eyes on one spot, focus on a steady, the spinning would become too much, and you would tumble sick to the ground. My mind gets like that sometimes too with its terrible racing and raging, and it always becomes too much, and I tumble sick to the ground. But with my mind it is so much harder to catch my breath. I can’t lie there like I could when I was a child, on the ground, waiting on my balance with the sun warming my cheeks. No, when my mind tumbles me to the ground, I am sick for a long time. It takes much more than the sun to pick me back up again. But now I know. I have finally, after all this time figured it out. I just have to focus my eyes, just one little thought, and hold on to a steady, and you, My Love, are my steady. You have always been that steady, and had I just stopped spinning for a moment, I would have caught you out of the corner of my eye, waving and running to catch me every single time before I tumbled.
With all of my love,