In my life there is a sweet bouquet. Not just a "swing by the supermarket" bouquet but a true "designed by the master" bouquet. At times, like now I step back and just marvel at how I lucky I am. This bouquet is the special people in my life. (You know who you are)I don't always tell you what you have brought to my life.
In this bouquet I can see all the beautiful differences and my world is much richer for it. Over the years at one point or another, I have wanted to be you. But now I get it. I am me BECAUSE of you and that makes me a better person.
You inspire the songs
the poems are in your honor
You are witness to the highs and lows and the seasons of my life.
The good times make their homes as special memories.
and a lot of my best memories include you.
In case I haven't said this lately.
I appreciate you.
The language of friendship is not words but meanings. ~Henry David Thoreau
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