For my husband - because he is. |
The moment of conception the gods beamed and foresaw what you would become. The trumpets erupted with joy and the gods deigned to give you divine gifts. Within your sky-blue eyes they built a temple of granite that you should withstand the storm. Within your beating heart they gave you the gift of music to keep up with the drumming of your heart. Within your fingers they gave you the dexterity to mold steel with fire. They knew you'd travel unknown roads, never knowing the spring from which you sprung and still, they knew what a gift you would be and bring to others. Even the gods wanted to hurry time just to see for themselves that you would fulfill their divination but not even they had such power. Still, they have seen the lives you've touched, those ones you created and celebrate a job well done. They gifted you with humility for even now you have no concept of how rare and special a mortal you be. Unto you, they granted the gift of determination, of giving your all in whatever you choose to do. Then, they carried you through deep forests, across waves of ripening wheat showering you with the waters from mountain streams that you would carry their essence within you, to guide you when you lost your path in the undergrowth of life. The gods saw in you more than you will ever know, even though we see what the gods wrought that day. Then, they gave you two people who took those gifts and strengthened them into the who you are. Parents of the heart raised you strong and true. They taught you balance and the meanings of love. They gifted you with ethics that never shied from hard work, or getting your hands dirty. The gods must have smiled on me as well. They gave me a pure treasure. They made me work for it else I might never have appreciated the depth of the gift. I do, beyond measure. Sometimes, I feel so very small against the galaxy of possibilities that brought me you. |