You know I’m not good at this. I’m better at painting how I feel than I am at putting it into words. I could list my greats, but that list has grown so big and so wide that I would be writing for days. And if my hand cramps up from all that writing, and I can’t paint, then I’ll get surly and rude, the way I do. Then you might leave me, and the list would be moot anyway.
So I’ll just keep it simple.
I love you, Georgia. You gave me the courage to say what I need to say when I need to say it. You and Eli. And Tag too, who seems to always know what to say. If I were Tag I would flirt and say something sexy and you would blush and I would grin. But that isn’t me either. And somehow, you love me. I’m your Moses. And every single day, every minute of every day, I am brought to my knees by that knowledge.
Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you for your love. Thank you for our life together. Thank you for Eli and Kathleen. I guess I listed my 5 greats after all. You’ve taught me well.