There are some people I file in this very large, very gingerly defined box of loved, but how. People who I care about deeply, people who I want to make happy, people who are struggling with the weight of emotions and the transformations of time over their minds and bodies. It’s very hard, sometimes, to make it clear how much people matter to me.
And they do.
I try and be quiet, most of the time, because some people aren’t even comfortable having the light of attention shone on them.
But sometimes, I want to put it out there, a little reminder, something that makes it clear you’re being thought about, and you matter.
So hey.
Happy birthday, Touto.