twenty two | year three

today, i’m heading east.  to the shore.

it will be the first family christmas in delaware, and i can’t wait.

the food, the drink, the laughter;

the presents, the pictures, the music;

and, of course, the people.  my people.  my family.

w.j.b.

my father.

our likeness is so much more than skin deep.

my free spirit, my sense of direction, my proclivity for changing jobs — they are all in your image.

thank you for never underestimating the power of a good laugh and for always believing in me.

i am proud to call you my dad.

b.j.b.

my mother.

and my constant cheerleader, compass, and confidant.

thank you for giving me life and for always loving me without boundaries.

all that i am is because of you, today and always.

b.a.(b.)s.

my sister.

you are my twin, plucked from the same branch; born six years later.

we are irrevocably linked by blood, but held together by a bond so strong, it escapes naming or understanding.

my personal counterbalance, directing me to my true north — to my home, to my family.

thank you for always knowing the words before i speak them.

i love you all.
more than words.


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