Sometimes in life we find ourselves seeing things and people anew. We get lucky and open our eyes and realize we want to giggle. And that giggle, if we are very, very lucky, is caused by the first person that made us giddy in this world. The person who instigated, letter writing, daydreaming, poetry binges, tea for two, lightheadedness, silliness, goofiness, and a longing that defined who we became. A person who has been there to hold our hand and cheer us on in all those lifetime events that could conceivably drag us under. A person who saw something we might never have glimpsed in our self.
And bam...twice in one lifetime...giddiness...thank you my Irishman...
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Thank for sparking me. Never lose that fire inside. I know you have tiring, heavy days, but I still see that fire burning behind those eyes.
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