Dear Sheldon:
Aside from being my 19th day away from you, it is also July 8th, the day that you became officially “mine” four years ago.
In October, it will have been five years since I met my missing puzzle piece for the first time.
Five years, little sir. What a whirlwind.
You were just a bundle of bones and sad stories then, with the number 12 taped on your bum. The glue was stuck to you for ages even after I scrubbed and scrubbed.
But, my little man, you have been my heart from the moment we began. You are everything I have ever wanted and needed and without you, I would undoubtedly not be who I am today.
You have taught me what it means to love unconditionally and believe in becoming.
You have taught me that beauty exists even in the darkest hollows and you have always been the only sun I need shining on me.
Together we have built each other to be stronger, smarter, braver, bolder and to live with gratitude and give.
You have taught me to dream big, and dream creatively.
You have taught me that greatness is something you can craft with patience and determination, and that nothing is unobtainable if you believe and work hard.
Thank you for being my other half, my safe haven, my pride, and my best friend.
Thank you for giving me your heart and for loving me at my weakest, at my brightest, and when I’m thousands of miles away, missing you.
I’m reaching for you with hugs I hope you feel, tears of love on my face, and with the many mints coming your way.
I love you more than anything on this planet, even mountains.
I’ll be home to you soon ❤️
All my love,
Me (at Sheldon, Vermont)
