a love letter on a birthday we too often overlook:
maybe it's the way you look so darn good in a suit and slip so much more easily into a loose fitting pair of board shorts and rubber slippers. and the way your handshaking hellos to every single someone you meet doesn't change, either way.
maybe it's the way you love the sea and hate the sand between your toes. like, really, hate it.
maybe it's the way you smile your tense crooked smile and pull me in closer when I say "I've just got to go" and all the while I'm meaning "oh please hold on tighter". and you just know, you know?
maybe it's the way I said "it's all kinds of risky business" this choosing to love me and you say daily, with your whole loving heart, "I'll take that risk". maybe it's just THAT way.
maybe it's the way sean looks up to ty and they both look up to you like you're the source of some sort of honest meaning in their sweet lives. and all the while they're little eyes are searching the living you do for the answers to the who they will one day be.
maybe it's the way these boys and i are so obviously the lucky ones. to be folded safely into your arms, bound by your sweet love.
Happy Birthday Charlie Buckingham