When I was just a toddler, I loved to lean my ear against your chest and hear the deep rumble of your voice. Even at that young age, I felt protected in your arms.
Your strength was legendary, and I remember the reassurance it was to hold onto your hand.
Your eyes were always alight with enthusiasm and joy in embracing the world. You taught my eyes to see beauty, my mind to open itself to wonders, my heart to reach out to others, my conscience to know right from wrong.
I still feel enfolded in your arms and protected by your strength.
I'm extremely normal (whatever that means). I'm usually optimistic and hopeful. For me, emotion seems to precede thought. I have been blessed enough already for more than 60 lifetimes. Family is tops on my list of important things.