As I read your words here I smiled. A massive smile.

A tree branch tee-pee standing in our front yard Boj built with the girls.

I wasn’t there watching (mobility constrained currently to allow healing!)but I could hear the laughter and fun.

The dancing the fun the love and light of just being. Magic. Magically magic.

Feeling blessed to have crossed path with the magic you gift being you.

If that wasn’t enough, as I clapped, the claps ticked over to 444. Triple numbers gracing my eyes of late. Telling me the magic is real.

Thank you.

Thank you for being you.