My all, my love. To have the honor to witness such beauty feels like life’s greatest gift to me. Green eyes like a forest that I yearn to get lost in. Freckles that seem randomly scattered, but to me feel perfectly placed. Pink lips, softer than satin, calling my name. Soft brown curls, cascading down pretty shoulders. I had no idea that I was capable of feeling like this. She is a work of art–a masterpiece. When I look at her, I imagine there must be a higher power, because she was sculpted by something, and I am forever grateful.